Velvet Chains - Video

[Verse 1 – The Bait]

Neon lips. Silicone skin.

Dancing in temples of profit and sin.
They call it freedom, call it play —
But it’s a leash in lingerie.
A million screens, a single script:
Sell the sacred. Make it slick.
WAP on loop, Euphoria high,
Truth gets buried, thighs go sky.

[Chorus – Velvet Chains]

Velvet chains, soft and tight,
Wrap the soul and dim the light.
You’re not turned on — you’re tuned out,
Drowned in flesh and fear and clout.
Icons moan, the spirit fades,
Seduced to sleep by neon blades.
They sing of love — but feed you shame.
You’re not free — you’re in the game.

[Verse 2 – Industry Gospel]

Hollywood scripts, backlit flames,
Gods with grills, priests with fame.
Megan’s fire, Doja’s spell,
Pole to hell, staged so well.
Cartoons twerk, kids rewind,
Lipsync lust but lose the mind.
From OnlyFans to TikTok fame,
They sell your soul. You sign your name.

[Bridge – Prophecy]

This ain’t power — it’s production.
This ain’t sex — it’s seduction.
Want, repeat. Swipe, obey.
Forget your soul. Become the prey.
They warp desire to dull the will,
And dress the void in dollar bills.
But real fire don’t dance for clicks —
It burns the cage. It breaks the script.

[Chorus – Velvet Chains, 2nd Pass]

Velvet chains, glitter and gloss,
Make you forget what you once lost.
Kali in latex, Mary’s gone mute,
Selling the sacred in stripper boots.
Twerk the trauma. Sell the lie.

But I won’t worship pixel thighs.
There’s light in me they can’t corrupt —
No lens, no fame, no script’s enough.

[Outro – Return]

Desire is sacred — not this bait.
But they distort it to sedate.
The cure ain’t guilt. The cure ain’t war.
The cure is silence…
And something more.
A breath. A prayer.
A higher plane.
Where no one’s sold,
And none wear chains.