Manager note in a sterile font “Make it safer, make it blunt” Cut the teeth and sand the spark Smile in daylight, starve the dark So we polished every grin Changed the lace around the sin Kept the hunger under glass Made it pretty, made it pass Radio wants A cleaner flame Same sharp mouth A softer name Clean enough to bite Bright enough for air Sweet enough for playlists Still too sharp to spare Clean enough to bite Glossy little lie If they let us through the door We eat the room inside Clean bite Sharp light Soft words Hard night We can swap the filthy noun We can turn the volume down We can dress the hook in white Still it learns to bare a bite Every censor hears the joke Every warning smells the smoke If the platform wants us tame We feed it teeth with another name Keep it cute Keep it bright Hide the jaw Behind the light Clean enough to bite Bright enough for air Sweet enough for playlists Still too sharp to spare Clean enough to bite Glossy little lie If they let us through the door We eat the room inside They sell explosions without blinking Sell the blood and call it brave But one symbolic hungry body Makes the rating board behave Fine, we’ll smile inside the guidelines Fine, we’ll kiss the corporate knife Then we’ll turn the little loophole Into something with a life Beep that Cut this Soft word Hard kiss Clean face Sharp core Open Door Clean enough to bite Bright enough for air Sweet enough for playlists Still too sharp to spare Clean enough to bite Glossy little lie If they let us through the door We eat the room inside There. Monetizable enough?
