[Production: High-Quality Studio Finish, Clean Mix, Crisp Analog Bass] [Vocal Style: Cold, apathetic female vocal, vocal fry] [Intro: Heavy Analog Bass pulsing, no kick drum] (breath in) [Verse 1] (lazy vocal fry, sarcastic, smiling, clear studio vocal) I love to watch 'em stare like I'm a dirty word, I flash a crooked smile and let the panic breed. They're trying to digest a woman so absurd, But swallowing their judgment is the shit I need. [Pre-Hook] (music stops abruptly, dead silence) (dry intimate whisper, pure defiance) They judge me? ... Therefore, I am. [Drop: 127 BPM Dark Techno kick drum hits hard, distorted grunge bass] [Hook] (bipolar dynamics, extreme natural modulation) (whisper, dry, apathetic) Take a bite... (sharp, piercing chest voice, sarcastic snarl) TELL ME HOW THE ASHES TASTE! (whisper, long pause) Swallow it down... (gritty, powerful delivery, soaring attitude) I'M YOUR FAVORITE DISGRACE! (nasal, sarcastic shift) You wanted something clean to hide the waste... (bright, cheerful, mocking smirk - pop-punk attitude) OOPS, I LEFT MY JUICES ALL OVER THE PLACE! [Verse 2] (darker tone, feral, bouncy rhythm) I bruise the lips I want... and leave the bedsheets cold, A feral kind of woman... with a rotten taste! Don't try to dress me up, inside your plastic mold... I'd rather be a tumor, than a pretty waste. [Pre-Hook] (music stops completely, sudden drop) (dry intimate whisper) They judge me? ... Therefore, I am. [Drop: 127 BPM Dark Techno kick drum returns heavy] [Hook] (bipolar dynamics, explosive energy) (whisper, dry, apathetic) Take a bite... (sharp, piercing chest voice, sarcastic snarl) TELL ME HOW THE ASHES TASTE! (whisper, long pause) Swallow it down... (gritty, powerful delivery, soaring attitude) I'M YOUR FAVORITE DISGRACE! (nasal, sarcastic shift) You wanted something clean to hide the waste... (bright, cheerful, mocking smirk - pop-punk attitude) OOPS, I LEFT MY JUICES ALL OVER THE PLACE! [Bridge] (beat completely cuts out) (heavy distortion, microphone feedback, chaotic structure) (whispered close to mic, psycho-cheerful) Pour your holy water down my throat... Tell me I'm a good girl now... (heavy breathing, voice shaking) I'm gagging on your antidote! (intense, gritty chest voice, defiant snarl) I'LL NEVER TAKE YOUR FUCKING BOW! NEVER TAKE YOUR FUCKING BOW! [Final Drop: Apocalyptic heavy bass, intense 127 BPM] [Final Hook] (maximum studio volume, peak expressive modulation) (whisper, dry, apathetic) Take a bite... (sharp, piercing chest voice, sarcastic snarl) TELL ME HOW THE ASHES TASTE! (whisper, long pause) Swallow it down... (gritty, powerful delivery, soaring attitude) I'M YOUR FAVORITE DISGRACE! (nasal, sarcastic shift) You wanted something clean to hide the waste... (bright, cheerful, mocking smirk - pop-punk attitude) OOPS, I LEFT MY JUICES ALL OVER THE PLACE! [Outro] (beat cuts entirely, analog bass fades out slowly) (heavy sigh of relief, breathing out) (lazy whisper, dirty smile) Exhale... (one second pause) Told you I'd burn. [End]
