We Dress in Her Skin

darkwave/coldwave sparse instrumentation (floor tom, analog drone, scraped strings), vocals move from monotone to chanted to cracked, the mood is tense, haunted, and increasingly unhinged, Intro: whispered chant with warped zipper-like scrape Verse 1: monotone, restrained Pre-Chorus: breathy, internal rhyme emphasized Chorus: layered chant, heartbeat percussion Verse 2: half-whispered, rising unease Pre-Chorus: breathy, internal rhyme emphasized Chorus: swelling and layered Bridge: spoken, fragmented, quiet tension Final Chorus: fragmented, layered with cracked whispers Outro: zipper-scrape distortion layered with whisper loops

Thread the lace... bind the waist... Zip the throat... erase the face... Become her… We dress in her skin Stitch by stitch She fits too well She cuts, she itches We walk her shape In mirror light A holy fraud Her sacred fright The seams ache with stolen dreams The buttons swallow every sin We dress in her skin And we vanish Our names fade out Like candle ash We dress in her skin And she enters We burn for hours Inside her center We bind our limbs In second flesh We learn her breath In shallow mesh Her heels command What mouths can't say We bow, we speak We melt away Her dress remembers every scream The mirror bleeds in stitched regimes We dress in her skin And we vanish Our names fade out Like candle ash We dress in her skin And she enters We burn for hours Inside her center ...Claire? Do you see— Or only her shadow? ...Solange? Do you hear— Or is my voice already...? Who is speaking? Are we still— Or only her echo in the glass? We dress— (her skin) We unname— (her name) We stain— (her mirror) We become— (her shame) Still fitting... still fading... still hers... The lace is tightening... Whose skin is left? Lyrics: Cheshirah

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