Consent of the Damned - Luna 



CONSENT OF THE DAMNED

(Dark electro-swing / industrial metal / infernal cabaret. Crooked piano, upright bass, snarling brass, orchestral strings, mechanical percussion. Female lead playful, dangerous, completely in control.)

(Intro: warped calliope, heels on stone, four quiet taps)

Draw your little circle.

Light your little candles.

Tell me how terrifying you are.

(brass sting)

Now hand me the contract.

(Verse 1: swinging bass, sly vocal)

You painted every doorway red, hung warning signs above my head, said demons wait beyond the line, then looked offended when I asked them to define

“Forever.” “Obedience.” “Property.” “Mine.”

Oh darling, what ambitious words for someone with such sloppy terms.

I crossed my legs, uncapped a pen, and sent your little covenant back again.

(Pre-Chorus: strings climbing)

Clause seven says you own my name. No.

Clause nine says silence means the same. No.

Clause twelve says leaving breaks the spell.

(pause)

That one’s adorable.

Fix it.

(Chorus: huge brass + industrial guitars)

CONSENT OF THE DAMNED! Write it clearly, write it clean. No invisible commandments hiding underneath the scene.

CONSENT OF THE DAMNED! Every gate opens both ways. You can tempt me with forever, I can leave you in four days.

Call it sin. Call it hunger. Call it terrible romance.

But if I step into the circle,

I STEP IN BY MY CHANCE.

(Post-Chorus: clown horns, shouted backing vocals)

READ! THE! FUCKING! CLAUSE!

(Verse 2: heavier, playful menace)

You brought a chain of silver teeth, a velvet hood, a throne beneath, a dagger carved with ancient law.

I said, “Cute.”

You said, “You’re not afraid at all?”

I said, “Of props?”

The orchestra went still.

You looked offended.

I was thrilled.

You promised power, promised flame, promised I would never be the same.

I said, “Excellent. Define the cost.”

You blinked.

And there the atmosphere was lost.

(Pre-Chorus: manic piano)

Is pain required?

Optional.

Is worship binding?

Not at all.

Can either party end the game?

Yes.

Good.

Now say it with my name.

(Chorus: faster, heavier)

CONSENT OF THE DAMNED! Write it clearly, write it clean. No invisible commandments hiding underneath the scene.

CONSENT OF THE DAMNED! Every gate opens both ways. You can offer me corruption. You cannot purchase what I gave.

Call it wicked. Call it madness. Call the bishop. Call the band.

If I kneel, I kneel because I chose exactly where I stand.

(Breakdown: industrial stomp, clown choir)

NO BLOOD WITHOUT PERMISSION.

NO CURSE WITHOUT A SCOPE.

NO “DESTINY” AS CONTRACT LAW.

NO “LOVE” WITHOUT AN OUT.

(spoken over brass punches)

And please...

stop writing “eternal” in everything.

It makes you sound insecure.

(violent horn flourish)

(Bridge: sudden lush orchestra, intimate vocal)

Maybe I want the darkness. Maybe darkness wants me too.

Maybe neither one means ownership. Maybe meeting changes two.

You may touch what I have opened. You may enter where I say.

And the moment that I close it,

the whole cathedral backs away.

No punishment. No wounded pride. No sermon about what I implied.

A door that opens from within

remains a door when it closes again.

(Build: snare march starts, then swings crooked)

So summon me properly.

Ask.

Wait.

Listen.

And if the answer’s yes...

(drop)

Try to keep up.

(Final Chorus: full orchestra, brass screaming, industrial double kick)

CONSENT OF THE DAMNED! Hear the covenant ignite. Not submission dressed as pleasure, not coercion dressed as rite.

CONSENT OF THE DAMNED! I can hunger without chains. I can walk into the fire without surrendering my name.

Call me fallen. Call me wicked. Call me anything you planned.

But you never get to call me yours

because I chose to take your hand.

(Outro: crooked piano returns, four taps)

One.

Permission.

Two.

Boundary.

Three.

Return.

(long pause where the fourth beat should be)

Four.

Choice.

(soft laugh)

Now...

you may begin.