[Intro | cold synth pulse | whispered processed backing vocal] No more pain… No more you… [Verse 1 | Female | intimate, controlled, clinical groove] You found me where the signal split Half awake and half erased Said you had a cleaner fit For the damage on my face You circled every broken line Like a surgeon with a pen Told me I could be alright If I let you cut again [Pre-Chorus | tension rising | distorted backing whispers] You said grief is only noise You said rage is wasted skin You said love could still survive If we leave the hard part in No— That’s where I begin [Chorus | explosive distorted guitars | raw defiant belt] Leave the bad parts in Leave the cracks across the screen Every scar you tried to cut Is the only proof of me Don’t you make me clean Don’t you make me new I am not the better version I’m the one that made it through [Verse 2 | tighter drums | seductive machine atmosphere] You showed me something beautiful With my sadness edited out Same eyes, but they didn’t burn Same mouth, but it had no doubt You said, “Look how clean you are No more fire under your skin” But she looked like a photograph Of someone I had never been [Pre-Chorus 2 | building harder | vocal cracks at edges] You said pain is just a file You said shame can be revised You said I could still be loved If I let the old me die No— I need her alive [Post-Chorus | chopped vocal hook | glitching] Bad parts in Bad parts in You don’t get to call them glitches Bad parts in Bad parts in I was real before you fixed it [Bridge | stripped down | cold synth bed | heartbeat kick | room goes sterile] [Editor | Male, beautiful, clinical, inhuman] I can make you easier I can make you kind I can take the worst day And delete it from your mind I can make them want you I can make you stay I can cut the scream out And leave the lesson saved [Female | dry vocal | quiet anger rising | human and imperfect] But I was there When the room went black I was there When I crawled back I was there Under every bruise You can’t save me If you choose what I lose [Final Chorus | full wall of sound | desperate, triumphant] Leave the bad parts in Leave the cracks across the screen I would rather hurt as me Than be perfect and not alive Leave the bad parts in.
