[Music: Opens with a jarring, atonal glockenspiel melody and a cheap, sputtering drum machine beat. Jamie Stewart's voice is a fragile, trembling whisper, on the verge of tears.] [Verse 1] Brad is... a jpeg with a price Brad is... rolling loaded dice Brad is a review that I wrote myself A little doll upon a shelf His manager promised he wouldn't break For God's sake, for God's sake, for God's sake I held the knife, I saw his eyes An ocean of beautiful, beautiful lies [Chorus] [The music becomes a chaotic mess of noise, feedback, and pounding electronic drums. The vocals erupt into a harrowing, unhinged shriek.] DON'T YOU FUCKING DIE ON ME! STAY AWAKE AND WATCH ME! I PAID TO MAKE YOU INTO ART! I PAID TO TAKE YOUR LEGS APART! ALL THE SLUTS ONLINE AGREE! THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE MEANT TO BE! A BEAUTIFUL WOUND FOR ALL TO SEE! WHY WON'T YOU FUCKING LOOK AT ME?! [Verse 2] The chatroom says that you are dead Is that just something that they said? Or is the body in my room Just a boy inside a tomb? I touch the brand, it's getting cold A story that can now be sold I'll write the post, I'll make it good "He took it all, I knew he would" [Chorus] [The chorus returns, even more desperate and painful. The sound is thin and piercing.] DON'T YOU FUCKING DIE ON ME! STAY AWAKE AND WATCH ME! I PAID TO MAKE YOU INTO ART! I PAID TO TAKE YOUR LEGS APART! ALL THE SLUTS ONLINE AGREE! THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE MEANT TO BE! A BEAUTIFUL WOUND FOR ALL TO SEE! WHY WON'T YOU FUCKING LOOK AT ME?! [Outro] [All the noise cuts out abruptly, leaving only the sound of quiet, ragged breathing and the single, dissonant plink of the glockenspiel, which repeats until it fades.] Please... please be real... please...
