(Verse 1)(Intro: Minimalist plucks and a warm, rhythmic bassline)Leather jacket worn like a second skinTorn at the edges where the wild gets inLipstick stain on a porcelain smileTrouble in her walk, a child all the while(Pre-Chorus)(A continuous percussion roll builds intense tension)They see the fire, a coming stormBut miss her picking daisies in the thornA hidden prayer on a silver chainWhere the rebel and the innocent remain(Chorus)(The Drop: Full impact dance beat and bright synths)She’s a saint with a switchblade, a prayer in the darkA Sunday morning choir with a gasoline sparkShe’ll break the rules just to see if they bendA rebel, a woman, an innocent friend(Verse 2)(Beat drops out into a steady, hypnotic sub-bass loop)Racing the boys down a dead-end streetBarefoot on asphalt in the summer heatThen heading home just to water the rosesReading old poems in between the poses(Chorus)(Explosive return of the driving trance instrumentation)She’s a saint with a switchblade, a prayer in the darkA Sunday morning choir with a gasoline sparkShe’ll break the rules just to see if they bendA rebel, a woman, an innocent friend(Bridge)(Symphonic breakdown: All drums stop, heavy vocal echo)Born to run free, you can't cage her crowdA paradox in motion, a quiet kind of loudA clear blue sky behind a thundercloud(Outro)(The final musical peak, trailing off into a synth echo)A saint with a switchblade, a prayer in the darkA rebel, a woman, an innocent friend(Fade Out)
