Becoming Scuzzy (The Tragedy of Libby Lavernock)

Italian Progressive Synthfunk, Cinematic Industrial Pop, Melodic Funky Experimental Post-Glam

[Chorus 1]
Spots on my fur, velvet and sleek,
Teeth sharp and ready, the hunger runs deep,
Breath breaking in waves, my body aroused!
There is no Libby. Only Scuzzy now.

[Verse 2]
We walk the red carpet, lights all around,
Your eyes hold mine, I’m lost but I’m found.
They ask for the story, the role, the face,
But I’m caught in your wild, caught up in the chase.
On every talk show, I mirror your gaze,
Caught in the blur of our tangled ways.
I’m no longer pretending—I’m falling inside,
Drowning in you with nowhere to hide.

[Chorus 2]
Spots on my fur, velvet and sleek,
Teeth sharp and ready, the hunger runs deep,
Breath breaking in waves, my body HOWWWWWLS!
There is no Libby. Only Scuzzy now.

[Verse 3]
We meet at the set, my fur and spots on show,
You see what you are and what I now know.
“I’m Scuzzy,” I whisper, “I’m here to stay,”
But you see cracks in the things that I say.
You try to save what once was mine,
But there IS no me, no you to find.
We clash and fade — what’s false, what’s true?
No separate self, just me and you.

[Bridge]
The solvent spills, harsh and unforgiving,
Flesh and prosthetic fused, raw and living.
Façade melts away, pure and clear,
This is the proof — my truth is here.
Pleasure and agony twisting as one,
I’m shattered and whole — and it’s only begun.

[Verse 4]
Now trapped inside these rubber walls so tight,
Let me trade straitjacket for denim tonight.
My face feels numb, but the shape’s all mine—
Feral and fierce, perfection refined.
“Bring me a mirror!” I shriek at the white,
To glimpse how my snarl catches the light.
No mask remains, no lies to defend—
Only the she-hyena till the end.

[Chorus 3]
Spots on my fur, velvet and sleek,
Teeth sharp and ready, hunger runs deep,
Breath breaks in waves, I... I... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I am Scuzzy, body and soul.

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[Verse 1] You sit with me through hours in the chair, Paint on my face, tangled purple hair. You pour yourself whiskey, steady my hand, Teach me your steps, help me understand. I watch as the spots spread over my skin, Learning your voice, the fierce fire within. You say, “Forget Libby, step into me,” And something inside begins to break free. [Chorus 1] Spots on my fur, velvet and sleek, Teeth sharp and ready, the hunger runs deep, Breath breaking in waves, my body aroused! There is no Libby. Only Scuzzy now. [Verse 2] We walk the red carpet, lights all around, Your eyes hold mine, I’m lost but I’m found. They ask for the story, the role, the face, But I’m caught in your wild, caught up in the chase. On every talk show, I mirror your gaze, Caught in the blur of our tangled ways. I’m no longer pretending—I’m falling inside, Drowning in you with nowhere to hide. [Chorus 2] Spots on my fur, velvet and sleek, Teeth sharp and ready, the hunger runs deep, Breath breaking in waves, my body HOWWWWWLS! There is no Libby. Only Scuzzy now. [Verse 3] We meet at the set, my fur and spots on show, You see what you are and what I now know. “I’m Scuzzy,” I whisper, “I’m here to stay,” But you see cracks in the things that I say. You try to save what once was mine, But there IS no me, no you to find. We clash and fade — what’s false, what’s true? No separate self, just me and you. [Bridge] The solvent spills, harsh and unforgiving, Flesh and prosthetic fused, raw and living. Façade melts away, pure and clear, This is the proof — my truth is here. Pleasure and agony twisting as one, I’m shattered and whole — and it’s only begun. [Verse 4] Now trapped inside these rubber walls so tight, Let me trade straitjacket for denim tonight. My face feels numb, but the shape’s all mine— Feral and fierce, perfection refined. “Bring me a mirror!” I shriek at the white, To glimpse how my snarl catches the light. No mask remains, no lies to defend— Only the she-hyena till the end. [Chorus 3] Spots on my fur, velvet and sleek, Teeth sharp and ready, hunger runs deep, Breath breaks in waves, I... I... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I am Scuzzy, body and soul.

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