[Intro – huge glam-rock hit, chopped glitch-pop cuts, hard drums, flashy attitude] Bright white bulbs. Black glass floor. Smile too wide. Give them more. [Verse 1A – male vocal, sharp swagger, dry glam attitude] Backroom lights make a saint of my face, powder on the collar, silver on the case. I walk in loud with my halo cracked, all charm up front, all knives in back. Flash goes off and I don’t blink twice, learned that trick from a bad device. Hold that grin till the room believes there’s nothing wrong underneath these teeth. [Verse 1B – first cracks in the image, more tension] Every stare wants a cleaner version, every lens wants a little conversion. Comb my name into something fine, sell my shadow by the exit sign. But the shine gets thin when the angle shifts, and the frame starts showing where the surface splits. You want perfect? I can do severe. I don’t fix it— I disappear it here. [Pre-Chorus 1 – rising, image pressure building] Too bright to hide it. Too sharp to blur. Too late to polish what the flash caught first. [Chorus 1 – huge hook, glam and broken] Shred the mirror, let it shine in pieces. Cut the pretty lie till the whole thing bleeds. Shred the mirror, I don’t need it clearer. If you want the image, watch me kill the creature. All that glitter, all that glass, looks much better when it doesn’t last. [Verse 2A – more aggressive, performance getting unstable] Red mouth, black jacket, borrowed crown, every fake little blessing starts weighing me down. I sign my name like a warning mark, then laugh too hard in the dressing dark. Gold on the wrist, but the pulse runs rough, every bright little compliment cuts too soft. They clap for the mask, not the man inside, so I teach that mask how to suicide. [Verse 2B – owns the break, self-demolition as power] Now the floor’s got a thousand faces, all my almosts, all my replacements. Step through shards with a showman’s grace, leave no whole thing wearing my place. I don’t want clean. I don’t want saved. I want the crack with the sharp edge raised. Give me the split, the glare, the fall— one broken look can outshine them all. [Pre-Chorus 2 – shorter, sharper, explosive] Too dressed to panic. Too wired to kneel. Too far past flawless to pretend it’s real. [Chorus 2 – bigger, more fractured] Shred the mirror, let it shine in pieces. Cut the pretty lie till the whole thing bleeds. Shred the mirror, I don’t need it clearer. If you want the image, watch me kill the creature. All that glitter, all that glass, looks much better when it doesn’t last. [Solo – flashy 80s-style guitar lead, digitally chopped and stuttered, hard rhythmic edits, short and intense] [Bridge – stripped back, dangerous honesty] Behind the pose, there’s another pose. Behind that one, nobody knows. Don’t call it damage. Don’t call it shame. I chose the crack and signed my name. [Final Chorus – fullest glam-glitch impact] Shred the mirror, let it shine in pieces. Cut the pretty lie till the whole thing bleeds. Shred the mirror, I don’t need it clearer. If you want the image, watch me kill the creature. Shred the mirror, leave the frame shaking. I look better in the wreck I’m making. All that glitter, all that glass— I was never built to stay intact. [Outro – final hit, fractured residue, hard landing] Bright white bulbs. Black glass floor. Smile too wide. No mirror anymore.
