(click—flash—click) Smile for it. Break for it. Cameras drinking up the glitter in my veins, I lace my laugh with gasoline and sugarcane. They want a headline, want a halo, want a fight— So I give ’em velvet violence in the strobe light. Backstage saints with safety pins and hungry eyes, I learned to play the pretty when I’m half a lie. Kiss the ring, make it sting, make it look divine— If the world wants a doll, I’ll be the razor line. Oh, you want me soft? I want it loud. You want me good? I want the crowd. Hold your breath— Watch me glow— When the beat drops, I let it show. It’s a mirrorball riot, baby— Shattershine and sirens in my chest. If you love me, don’t you try to save me, I look my best when I’m a beautiful mess. Raise your hands, break the silence, We’re diamonds with a pulse and a threat. It’s a mirrorball riot, baby— Dance on the wreckage ’til there’s nothing left. I can be your poster girl, your midnight sin, Zip me up in sequins, watch the war begin. Lip gloss like a weapon, eyeliner like a bruise, I make a crown from what you swear I shouldn’t choose. They say “be careful,” like the fire’s not my friend— Like I didn’t learn to burn before I learned to bend. Every spotlight’s a confession I’ll never sign, So I laugh and throw the match and call it “fine.” Oh, you want the truth? I want control. You want my heart? I want my soul. Count to three— Let it blow— When the bass hits, I let it show. It’s a mirrorball riot, baby— Shattershine and sirens in my chest. If you love me, don’t you try to save me, I look my best when I’m a beautiful mess. Raise your hands, break the silence, We’re diamonds with a pulse and a threat. It’s a mirrorball riot, baby— Dance on the wreckage ’til there’s nothing left. Take my picture while I’m disappearing, Hold it up like it’s proof I was here. Say my name like you really know me— But you don’t, you don’t… (not even near). I’m the sparkle in your mouth when you’re lying, I’m the bruise that you call “aesthetic.” If I’m real, I’m a problem— So you pray I’m just a pretty little gimmick. (Hey! Hey!) Flash—crack— Spin—snap— (Hey! Hey!) Kiss—claw— Give—back— It’s a mirrorball riot, baby— Shattershine and sirens in my chest. If you love me, don’t you try to save me, I look my best when I’m a beautiful mess. Raise your hands, break the silence, We’re diamonds with a pulse and a threat. It’s a mirrorball riot, baby— Dance on the wreckage— Dance on the wreckage— Dance on the wreckage ’til there’s nothing left. Smile for it. Break for it. (click—flash—click)
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