[Hook] (The beat drops: Thick, fuzzy 808s and slow, crisp trap hats) Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me where the delicate stops and the damage starts. Show me that you've lost, why you're always taking it slow, Show me the wounds you've got, and show me love. Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me where the delicate stops and the damage starts. Show me the cuts you've got, and show me love... oh. [Verse 1] (The beat stays steady, but the guitar gets more intricate. Alex’s flow is breathy and syncopated) Bare feet on the cold stone, velvet on the walls I’m listening for the echo where the shadow falls You’re a queen in a cage, I’m a ghost in a shroud Let’s see what happens when we’re both too proud You keep the silver polished, keep the armor tight But I want to see the way you look without the light Don't give me the "perfect," give me the real I want to know the weight of the things you feel. [Hook] Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me where the delicate stops and the damage starts. Show me that you've lost, why you're always taking it slow, Show me the wounds you've got, and show me love. Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me where the delicate stops and the damage starts. Show me the cuts you've got, and show me love... oh. [Verse 2] (Beat builds with a subtle industrial 'clink' sound, like chains moving slowly) Sitting in the haze, counting every breath We’re just two souls flirting with a different death I’ve got pink in my hair and lead in my chest I’m a survival story that forgot to rest You’re taking it slow 'cause you’re standing your ground Afraid of the void and the subatomic sound But the demons are mine too, they sleep in my bed Show me the wounds before the light goes dead. [Bridge] (Everything drops out—pure "Jaws" style transition. High, ethereal vocal harmonies layer over a deep, vibrating bass hum.) (Whispered) Standing your ground... (Slightly louder) Begging for help... (Building intensity – Jackie’s drums start a tribal, heavy build-up) THE VOID IS HUNGRY! THE VOID IS WIDE! THERE IS NO MORE ROOM... FOR US TO HIDE! (A massive, distorted bass swell) [Hook] (Maximum production—soaring, layered vocals and heavy, crushing 808s) Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me where the delicate stops and the damage starts. Show me that you've lost, why you're always taking it slow, Show me the wounds you've got, and show me love. Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me those pretty little flaws, Show me where the delicate stops and the damage starts. Show me the cuts you've got, and show me love... oh. [Outro] (The heavy drums vanish. Just the pulsing "heartbeat" bass and the weeping guitar.) Where the delicate stops... And the damage starts... Show me the cuts... (The sound of the heartbeat slows down and eventually stops)
