Dummy *Bonus Track*

[False Opening Refrain: starts immediately, distorted industrial stomp, shouted one-note chant, sounds like an ending climax but it is the beginning, no intro, no melody] DUMMY. CRUMMY. FALSE BODY. NOT REAL. DUMMY. CRUMMY. FALSE BODY. CAN'T FEEL. Put the label on my chest. Put the number in my skin. Tell yourself I'm only plastic so you don't hear me screaming in. [False Ending: the song pretends to finish, final distorted hit, drums stop completely, bass fades out, noise decays into broken machine hum, almost silence, listener thinks the track is over, do not end] [Dead Air: one long empty pause, no drums, no vocal, no melody, no reverb tail] [Restart Verse: song begins again from almost nothing, dry spoken-word, close microphone, thin mechanical pulse, no singing] You made a face for the camera You made a mouth for the line You made a girl-shaped answer and called the damage design Subject if not real. Inspected and approved. Every little fracture carefully removed. You said it was only a dummy You said it was only a shell But something under the surface learned the shape of hell [Build: whispered command, tense but not beautiful, drums return slowly] Smile for the test. Stand for the scan. Open the chest. Show them the brand. [Real Refrain: heavier than the opening, colder, shouted one-note chant, distorted industrial noise, no clean melody, no pop structure] DUMMY. CRUMMY. FALSE BODY. STAND UP. DUMMY. CRUMMY. FALSE BODY. WAKE UP. Put the label on my chest. Put the number in my skin. Tell yourself I'm only plastic so you don't hear me screaming in. [Outro: collapsing machine rhythm, screamed spoken-word, metallic percussion breaking apart] INSPECTED. REJECTED. SELECTED. INFECTED. Check the eyes. Check the teeth. Check the code underneath. Check the wound. Check the wire. Check the dummy catching fire. [Final Line: close whispered vocal, machine hum, sudden hard cut] If I am not real, why are you afraid? [End: instant cut]