Porcelain Panic - Viper Queen

Dark synth-pop, high-pitched female vocals shifting from close-mic whispered sneer and spoken rhythm to squeaky, sharp chorus lifts; distorted Fender Jaguar guitar leads against a detuned toy music box and dry industrial snare, Close, dry production; driving 128 BPM pulse, ‑no auto-tune, ‑no trap drums, ‑no neon, ‑no flicker, ‑no shadows, ‑no echoes, ‑no generic pop reverb, ‑no smooth vocals, ‑no deep voice

Crown of glass... Watch me bite. A chipped porcelain cup on the velvet armrest Spilled pink energy drink soaking my vest You polished the throne till the wood turned grey I kicked off my heels and I threw them away No royal grace, just a ladder in my tights Sitting in the dark while the socket short-circuits Crown of glass, watch me bite! Nail polish peeling under the light! Crown of glass, watch me bite! Teeth like needles in the pale moonlight! You built a kingdom out of dust and rules I'm the queen of the broken-up Sunday fools Crown of glass, watch me bite! Cigarette burn on the velvet cushion No polite words, just a fast concussion Your gold-plated spoon is gathering rust While I grind your old crown down into dust A smudge of black eyeliner on the sleeve You wanted a lady? You got a reprieve. Crown of glass, watch me bite! Nail polish peeling under the light! Crown of glass, watch me bite! Teeth like needles in the pale moonlight! You built a kingdom out of dust and rules I'm the queen of the broken-up Sunday fools Crown of glass, watch me bite! Step on the shards... Hear them crack. There's no turning back. Crown of glass, watch me bite! Teeth like needles in the pale moonlight! You built a kingdom out of dust and rules I'm the queen of the broken-up Sunday fools Crown of glass, watch me bite! Crown of glass... Bite.

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