Porcelain Panic - Lace & Leather

Dark synth-pop, close dry production with a taut industrial pulse; upright piano chords, heartbeat kick, and clean Fender Telecaster tremolo leading the hook and solo; high-pitched squeaky female vocals, bratty crooning legato with whispered ad-libs between lines, rising to a sharp climax; driving 118 BPM, ‑no auto-tune, ‑no trap drums, ‑no 808, ‑no neon, ‑no flicker, ‑no shadows, ‑no echoes, ‑no generic pop reverb, ‑no smooth vocals, ‑no deep voice

Black lace... Red leather. Torn black lace caught on the zipper of my jacket Walking through the lobby while the city starts to racket You wanted a porcelain queen inside a glass cage I traded the fairytale for an industrial stage No sweet lullabies, just a heavy bass hum Leaving the kingdom broken and numb Lace and leather, tearing at the seams! Waking up right in the middle of your dreams! Lace and leather, breaking every crown! We're the sharpest girls in this burnt-down town! You kept us quiet, you kept us polite Now we own the shadows of the neon night! Lace and leather, breaking every crown! Smudged eyeliner and a ruined velvet gown Throwing all your rules right into the river down A chipped tea set and a broken music box Walking on the glass in my heavy combat socks You called it a disaster, I call it art A dark little fairytale with a wild black heart. Lace and leather, tearing at the seams! Waking up right in the middle of your dreams! Lace and leather, breaking every crown! We're the sharpest girls in this burnt-down town! You kept us quiet, you kept us polite Now we own the shadows of the neon night! Lace and leather, breaking every crown! Close the book... Blow out the light. We survived the night. Lace and leather, breaking every crown! We're the sharpest girls in this burnt-down town! You kept us quiet, you kept us polite Now we own the shadows of the neon night! Lace and leather, breaking every crown! Lace... And leather.

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