[Intro: Deep distant sub-bass, faint paper-tearing textures, low atmospheric drone, almost complete silence between sounds. Close-mic smoky female vocal, intimate and restrained. No drums.] [Verse 1: Sparse bass pulses, faint dissonant three-note descending synth motif. Controlled, vulnerable vocal, almost conversational.] I fall apart so easily, Paper maché inside of me, Tearing apart over everything. Dissolving... Submerged... Floating. [Pre-Chorus: Introduce a faint ticking rhythm, pulsing sub-bass, subtle synth dissonance. Vocal becomes increasingly strained and insistent. Build tension without release.] They say thick skin is the trick, Paper maché tears too quick, I must be pretty sick... Piece by piece, day by day, Losing everything important to me... Dissolving fragile paper maché... [Chorus 1: Heavy distorted bass pulse, slow half-time drums, haunting synth melody. Raspy vocal pushes forward, wounded rather than triumphant. Stretch the wordless melody over the beat.] Oh please, Oh please, Stop splashing water at me! I'm made outta paper maché, I rip, I fray so fucking easily! Can't you just quit with your spit, I'm in ruins over all of it! Oh, wo, wo, whooooah... Paper maché... Pushing life away, Made outta paper maché... [Chorus 2: Deeper bass movement, sharper percussion accents, low backing vocal harmonies. Wider and more unstable, like rain spreading through paper.] Oh please, Oh please, Stop splashing water at me! I'm made outta paper maché, I rip, I fray so fucking easily! Can't you just quit with your spit, I'm in ruins over all of it! Oh, wo, wo, whooooah... Paper maché... Pushing life away, Made outta paper mache... Ripping apart everyday, Dissolving inside your rain. [Bridge: Strip away drums and heavy bass. Low drone, distant heartbeat-like pulse, isolated fragile piano or synth notes. Exhausted, smoky, nearly numb vocal. Leave a breath before the final phrase.] It's hard for me to say, How I feel nowadays, It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain... Oh, it always has to rain... So I guess I'm always to blame... Being made of- Paper Maché... Paper Maché... [Whispered Vocal: Almost complete silence. Close-mic, breath audible, unsettling and intimate. No music.] "Just fucking erase me, already." [Sudden Silence: Hold the silence, then a deep distorted sub-bass pulse emerges.] [Double Chorus 1: THE FLOOD. Crushing half-time drums, abrasive synth textures, distorted bass, layered vocal doubles. Clove finally loses her restraint. Raw, fraying, furious delivery. Explosive dynamic shift.] Oh Please, fucking jeez, STOP DROWNING ME! Are you blind, can't you see? I'M MADE OF PAPER maché! You're destroying everything! QUIT WITH THE SPIT! I'm devastated!... Oh, wo, wo, whooah... Just flushing life away, Paper maché, Ripping, tearing, fraying, Every day. [Double Chorus 2: THE REALIZATION. Maintain the heavy pulse at first. Gradually strip away percussion and distortion as the lyrics progress. Vocal becomes clearer and more exposed, painfully perceptive rather than victorious.] Oh please, You gotta be fucking kidding me, Don't pretend you don't see— I'm held together by scraps, By tape and cheap empathy. One drop and I tear, You act like that's fair… Oh, wo, wo, whoooah… But I finally see, You can't survive a storm When you're paper maché… [Outro: Drums fall away. Deep bass fades into a cold atmospheric drone. The three-note descending motif returns, slower and more distant. Vulnerable, clear vocal, no triumphant lift.] Oh, wo, wo, whoooah… I'm starting to see, The world was never built for A soul made of paper maché like me... [Final Note: Let the final vocal trail into a long, cold reverb. Faint paper fibers tearing, then silence. No resolution.]
