World is a toilet

alternative rock, punk rock, industrial (with cyberpunk electronic textures)

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Wish I had a teddy bear.
Heh. Soft brain. Cotton air.
Instead I got this metal stare —
Chrome eyelids. Deadpan glare.
Hah. Cute, right?
[short, unhinged laugh]

[Verse 1 — vocal: clean but with edge, half-spoken, half-sung. Playful, dangerous. Slight fry, breathy, intimate, then building intensity. Occasional manic edge peeking through. On "hehehe" — a dark, knowing laugh.]

Night City smells like citrus bleach,
Corporations preach and preach.
Buy your soul in monthly shares.
Zero gods. Just broken chairs.
Hehehe. Sucks to be you.
They love that word — "innocents."
Bullshit.
Everyone here is dirty.
Including you, sweetheart. Heh.
[voice drops, intimate, almost a whisper]
Fuck yeah.
This world's a toilet.
We're liquid noise.
We swirl for joy.
Wheee~!
[childlike, manic giggle]

[Pre-Chorus — voice rises slightly, more present, still playful but with a darker undertone. Words delivered with rhythmic punch, like a taunt. Slight distortion creeping in.]

Rebecca grins —
"Nice void."
Ha! Got nothing better to say?
Push the pedal.
Gone. Deployed.
Fuck yeah.
Can't hear you, waste of skin.
Aww. You tried. HEHE.
[unhinged giggle, cut short]

[Chorus — Rebecca unleashes: manic, soaring, with grit and edge. Voice switches between whisper, shout, and croon. Last line is a seductive whisper. Gang vocals implied on key words.]

We're recycled flesh confetti,
Bio-trash but aesthetic-ready.
Ooh, pretty.
[mocking, with a grin]
Selfie saints with rabies smiles,
Trending for three flushing cycles.
Tick-tock. Flush.
[sharp, like a gunshot]

[Verse 2 — same vibe, but darker. Voice becomes more unstable, like she's losing control. Slight hysterical edge on the last line. English lines are half-spoken, like throwing punches.]

Johnny's face on peeling glue.
Rebel ink, sponsored too.
Aww, limited edition.
Middle finger, premium brand.
Limited drop. Limited stand.
Exclusive. Just for you. Hah.
[voice drops, intimate]
You're not special.
You're sediment.
Gravity with marketing.
Click.
Swirl.
Disappear.
Bye-bye~
[sing-song, fading into whisper]
"Limited drop. Limited stand."
...exclusive. Heh.
[short, dark laugh]

[Pre-Chorus 2 — more intense, voice cracking. Short, dark laugh between lines.]

Fuck yeah.
Porcelain eternity.
Round and round — fraternity.
Hahaha! Again!
[manic, hysterical]
We scream.
We foam.
We thin.
Hehe... thin.
[whisper, almost inaudible]

[Final Chorus — explosive, cathartic, full range: whisper, shout, scream-laugh. Gang vocals on key words. Last line is a fading whisper, like she's already gone.]

Pedal down.
See you again.
Heh. Maybe. Maybe not.
[whisper, playful]
"Porcelain… porcelain…"
YEAH!! He-HEEee! Fuckers!
[full scream, breaking into laughter]
See you later, #chmokey:)
[whisper, fading, with a final unhinged giggle]

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[Intro — single guitar feedback, cold synth pad, sub-bass drone. Female vocal: Rebecca — childlike, breathy, intimate, with a psychotic grin. Words stretched, played with. Short, dark giggle at the end.] Wish I had a teddy bear. Heh. Soft brain. Cotton air. Instead I got this metal stare — Chrome eyelids. Deadpan glare. Hah. Cute, right? [short, unhinged laugh] [Verse 1 — vocal: clean but with edge, half-spoken, half-sung. Playful, dangerous. Slight fry, breathy, intimate, then building intensity. Occasional manic edge peeking through. On "hehehe" — a dark, knowing laugh.] Night City smells like citrus bleach, Corporations preach and preach. Buy your soul in monthly shares. Zero gods. Just broken chairs. Hehehe. Sucks to be you. They love that word — "innocents." Bullshit. Everyone here is dirty. Including you, sweetheart. Heh. [voice drops, intimate, almost a whisper] Fuck yeah. This world's a toilet. We're liquid noise. We swirl for joy. Wheee~! [childlike, manic giggle] [Pre-Chorus — voice rises slightly, more present, still playful but with a darker undertone. Words delivered with rhythmic punch, like a taunt. Slight distortion creeping in.] Rebecca grins — "Nice void." Ha! Got nothing better to say? Push the pedal. Gone. Deployed. Fuck yeah. Can't hear you, waste of skin. Aww. You tried. HEHE. [unhinged giggle, cut short] [Chorus — Rebecca unleashes: manic, soaring, with grit and edge. Voice switches between whisper, shout, and croon. Last line is a seductive whisper. Gang vocals implied on key words.] We're recycled flesh confetti, Bio-trash but aesthetic-ready. Ooh, pretty. [mocking, with a grin] Selfie saints with rabies smiles, Trending for three flushing cycles. Tick-tock. Flush. [sharp, like a gunshot] [Verse 2 — same vibe, but darker. Voice becomes more unstable, like she's losing control. Slight hysterical edge on the last line. English lines are half-spoken, like throwing punches.] Johnny's face on peeling glue. Rebel ink, sponsored too. Aww, limited edition. Middle finger, premium brand. Limited drop. Limited stand. Exclusive. Just for you. Hah. [voice drops, intimate] You're not special. You're sediment. Gravity with marketing. Click. Swirl. Disappear. Bye-bye~ [sing-song, fading into whisper] "Limited drop. Limited stand." ...exclusive. Heh. [short, dark laugh] [Pre-Chorus 2 — more intense, voice cracking. Short, dark laugh between lines.] Fuck yeah. Porcelain eternity. Round and round — fraternity. Hahaha! Again! [manic, hysterical] We scream. We foam. We thin. Hehe... thin. [whisper, almost inaudible] [Final Chorus — explosive, cathartic, full range: whisper, shout, scream-laugh. Gang vocals on key words. Last line is a fading whisper, like she's already gone.] Pedal down. See you again. Heh. Maybe. Maybe not. [whisper, playful] "Porcelain… porcelain…" YEAH!! He-HEEee! Fuckers! [full scream, breaking into laughter] See you later, #chmokey:) [whisper, fading, with a final unhinged giggle]

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