[Heart monitor BEEP becomes a rapid, frantic rhythm] I’m fine. (I’m fine) I’m fine. (I’m fine) Don’t look at the cracks in the porcelain. Everything is... fine. [Ghost Whispers] (...She's lying...) [Heart monitor BEEP speeds up slightly then GLITCHES] [Verse 1] I’ve been painting smiles on the window panes To hide the fact it’s pouring acid rain [Inward gasp] I’m such a perfectionist, it’s getting grotesque I’m "editing" my skin while I sit at my desk. [Ghost Whispers] (...slice, slice) A little off the sides, a little off the soul I’m making fuckin patterns in amydeep black hole. [Low, shaky moan] If I’m looking a bit thin, it’s just the "inner trim" I’m cutting out the parts that belong to them [Heart monitor BEEP becomes a rapid, frantic rhythm] I’m fine. (I’m fine) I’m fine. (I’m fine) [Rhythmic breathing starts: In... Out... In... Out...] I think I’m gonna... [Gasp] I think I’m gonna... [Gasp] [EVERY 2ND BEAT: distorted, growl-reverb moan] I'm sharpening my edges I'm redrawing my lines I’m fine. (I’m fine) I’m fine. (I’m fine) just sit back and watch me redesign I’m just "trimming the fat" until there’s nothing left A fuckin hot disaster, my very best draft [Sound of liquid being poured into a metal basin] Oops, I let a little bit of "crazy" slip. [Muffled moan] I’m running with scissors, but I love the grip. [Whispers] (...slice, slice...) They said cut it out, so I took it literally Now I’m redesigning, behaving so prettily. [Sharp intake of air] [Whispers] (...slice, slice...) Does this red look good with my eyes? It’s the only part of me that doesn’t tell any lies. [Wet-reverb moan that pitch-shifts down like a failing machine] [Bridge] [Whispers] One for the wrist... [Whispers] And Two for the waist... [Ghost Whispers] Three for the parts that I need to erase... [Whispers] Four for the trauma... Five for the thrill... [Whispers] Six for the little ol past me I’m trying to kill [Whispers] (... Becuz of you... Becuz of you...) [Total Silence for half a second [intense standoff] and seven hundred more to go [Massive blade "SHING" SFX] [Pre-Chorus 2] [Drums cut out; the Heart Monitor BEEP becomes the only rhythm] [Vocal: Syrupy sweet, but dripping with sarcasm] ugh, the thread is getting slender the flesh is getting tender, A repeat offender in this fuckin state of surrender Yeah, I’m skillful with the scalpel, but clumsy with the mending, I can tear the veil apart—but I can’t hold until its ending (ending) (ending) (ending) [EVERY 2ND BEAT: A, distorted, growling-reverb moan] I'm sharpening my edges I'm redrawing my lines I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine— Why won't you watch me redesign I’m just "trimming the fat" until there’s nothing left A fuckin hot disaster, my very best draft [Long gutteral moan that blends into the synth lead] [Whispers] Becuz of you... Becuz of you (...no more lies...no more lies...) [Outro] [Maximum Aggression: Bass is a jagged, ripping sound] [Rhythmic moans layered with clashing surgical steel] (...slice, slice... Redesign...your design...) [Whispers] (...my very, best draft... best draft...) (Becuz of you... Becuz of you) I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m F— [Glitch cut] [Sudden Cut to Silence] [The heart monitor BEEP returns to a slow, steady pace] See? I told you I could fix me [Sound of a door clicking shut and the heart monitor fading out] [ending]
