Pretty When Preserved

Gothic Punk Metal, Post-Hardcore, Dark Alternative Metal

[Intro - FEMALE | delicate whisper | music-box-like guitar]

Don't touch the glass.

You'll ruin the display.

[Verse 1 - FEMALE | soft haunting vocal | sparse instrumentation]

You pressed me between pages
before my petals learned to spread.
Called the color so much prettier
once the living part was dead.

Flatten every imperfection,
pin the corners into place.
Write the date beneath my body
and admire how well I stayed.

[Pre-Chorus - FEMALE | eerie harmonies | tension slowly building]

No wilting.
No changing.
No reaching for the sun.

You finally learned to love me
when there was nowhere I could run.

[Chorus - FEMALE | haunting melodic belt | massive slow guitars]

I'm prettier preserved,
aren't I?

Quiet underneath the glass.
No new leaves to inconvenience you,
no future, only past.

You wanted something beautiful
that time could never touch.

You never loved me living.

I moved too fucking much.

[Verse 2 - FEMALE | darker low register | crawling bass]

Pin my wings beside the flowers,
label everything you see.
Latin name and little number

Anything except "me."

Keep the temperature controlled.
Keep the sunlight from my skin.
A perfect little specimen
that never contradicts again.

[Pre-Chorus - FEMALE | restrained anger building]

You call preservation love
because decay makes you afraid.

But I would rather rot in sunlight
than stay perfect in your shade.

[Bridge - FEMALE | whispered vocal | almost no instrumentation]

Don't water me.

Don't feed me.

Don't let me change.

Just tell everybody
how beautiful I stayed.

[beat of silence]

[raspy vocal]

Isn't that what you wanted?

[Breakdown - FEMALE | furious solo scream | slow crushing riff]

BREAK THE GLASS!

PULL OUT THE PINS!

LET SOMETHING UGLY
LIVE AGAIN!

I'D RATHER WITHER!
I'D RATHER AGE!

THAN DIE BEAUTIFUL
ON YOUR FUCKING PAGE!

[Final Chorus - FEMALE | soaring, desperate vocal | layered self-harmonies]

I was prettier preserved
to everybody but myself.

Just another lovely dead thing
you could decorate a shelf.

So let the petals wrinkle.
Let the colors rearrange.

If being alive makes me ugly

Then watch me change.

[Outro - FEMALE | bare whisper | faint sound of glass cracking]

Don't preserve me.

Remember me alive.

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[Intro - FEMALE | delicate whisper | music-box-like guitar] Don't touch the glass. You'll ruin the display. [Verse 1 - FEMALE | soft haunting vocal | sparse instrumentation] You pressed me between pages before my petals learned to spread. Called the color so much prettier once the living part was dead. Flatten every imperfection, pin the corners into place. Write the date beneath my body and admire how well I stayed. [Pre-Chorus - FEMALE | eerie harmonies | tension slowly building] No wilting. No changing. No reaching for the sun. You finally learned to love me when there was nowhere I could run. [Chorus - FEMALE | haunting melodic belt | massive slow guitars] I'm prettier preserved, aren't I? Quiet underneath the glass. No new leaves to inconvenience you, no future, only past. You wanted something beautiful that time could never touch. You never loved me living. I moved too fucking much. [Verse 2 - FEMALE | darker low register | crawling bass] Pin my wings beside the flowers, label everything you see. Latin name and little number Anything except "me." Keep the temperature controlled. Keep the sunlight from my skin. A perfect little specimen that never contradicts again. [Pre-Chorus - FEMALE | restrained anger building] You call preservation love because decay makes you afraid. But I would rather rot in sunlight than stay perfect in your shade. [Bridge - FEMALE | whispered vocal | almost no instrumentation] Don't water me. Don't feed me. Don't let me change. Just tell everybody how beautiful I stayed. [beat of silence] [raspy vocal] Isn't that what you wanted? [Breakdown - FEMALE | furious solo scream | slow crushing riff] BREAK THE GLASS! PULL OUT THE PINS! LET SOMETHING UGLY LIVE AGAIN! I'D RATHER WITHER! I'D RATHER AGE! THAN DIE BEAUTIFUL ON YOUR FUCKING PAGE! [Final Chorus - FEMALE | soaring, desperate vocal | layered self-harmonies] I was prettier preserved to everybody but myself. Just another lovely dead thing you could decorate a shelf. So let the petals wrinkle. Let the colors rearrange. If being alive makes me ugly Then watch me change. [Outro - FEMALE | bare whisper | faint sound of glass cracking] Don't preserve me. Remember me alive.

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