[Theme: Weaponizing the banal clichés of dating through ironic, contemptuous delivery] [Intro - Mumbled vocal fragments over a thin, de-essed beat] (So, you from around here?) (I'm really into... wellness.) [Verse 1 - EMO:Constriction - Female Vocalist, strained whisper] I nod and smile, a perfect mannequin Pretend to be the person you fit in I'll talk about my job, my pets, my kin And hide the screaming chaos deep within [Glitch - A clean, sharp intake of breath, then one beat of silence] *sharp inhale* [Chorus - EMO:Indignation - Female Vocalist, pop-punk snarl, AABB rhyme] So, do you have any siblings? (ANY SIBLINGS?) Are we done with all these quibblings? This place is nice, right? (IS IT NICE, RIGHT?) Let's just skip the whole damn fight! [Verse 2 - EMO:Constriction - Female Vocalist, strained whisper] A fragile truce, a carefully built facade A series of impressive, empty nods I'm playing by the arbitrary odds A pantomime for small, indifferent gods [Glitch - A clean, sharp intake of breath, then silence] *sharp inhale* [Bridge: Fugue Collision - EMO:Conflict - Overlapping whispers and snarls] (empty nods) THE WHOLE DAMN FIGHT! (arbitrary odds) IS IT NICE, RIGHT? (mannequin) ANY SIBLINGS? (deep within) DONE WITH QUIBBLINGS! [Chorus x2 - EMO:Contempt - Female Vocalist, full snarl with gang-vocal response] So, do you have any siblings? (ANY SIBLINGS?) Are we done with all these quibblings? This place is nice, right? (IS IT NICE, RIGHT?) Let's just skip the whole damn fight! So, what do you do for fun? (WHAT FOR FUN?) I think this whole charade is done! Are you seeing anyone? (ANYONE?) Yeah, I'm seeing number one! [Outro - A single, clear, whispered word in a 'native tongue'] (Amháin.)
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