[Style of Music] Dark Electronic, Slow Trip-Hop, Hypnotic Rhythm, 90 BPM, Female Whispering Vocals, Clinical Atmosphere, Ethereal Synth Pad, Deep Sub-Bass, [Sadistic Elegance] [Lyrics Structure] [Intro] [Slow digital glitch sound. A synthetic heartbeat (slow BPM). A female voice whispers:] Puerto Esclava... Login... Tricia Nakajima... Online. [Verse 1] The pixel is cold, the harbor is haze Doctor Nakajima, the clinical gaze She checks the skin codes, the lines on the mesh The coat is so white, above the farm, beneath. She's the Far East razor, a precise design She is the clinician, walking the long line. [Chorus] Oh, Tricia, Tricia, the avid roleplayer The "pony girl" waits, the code is her savior. The "hucow" is stable, the systems are clean It's the Doctor who speaks, on the virtual scene. Puerto Esclava, where discipline is art Tricia Nakajima, playing out her part. [Verse 2] She is the sadist, with a steady hand She measures the pain, she understands. She loves the system, the order, the rules Every programmed whisper, every tool. But the Doctor has a secret, that the system knows A paradox burning, that she never shows. [Chorus] Oh, Tricia, Tricia, the avid roleplayer The "pony girl" waits, the code is her savior. The "hucow" is stable, the systems are clean It's the Doctor who speaks, on the virtual scene. Puerto Esclava, where discipline is art Tricia Nakajima, playing out her part. [Bridge / The Masochist Twist] [The music becomes more ethereal, the heartbeat quickens slightly] Because she prefers to work, when she herself has paid When her own skin burns red, when the toll has been laid. She understands the brand, the pleasure in the sting She is the Doctor, she is the underling. She is the poison, she is also the cure... She is the Master, she is the one to endure... [Outro] [Heartbeat slows. Whispers.] Puerto Esclava... The system is perfect... Pain is just data... The data is perfect... [Female voice whispers:]Logout... Tricia Nakajima... Offline. [Silence]
