[Intro — doll whisper / ASMR] Quiet... Can you hear the little world outside? Tick-tock... tick-tock... Everybody smile for the camera ♡ Heehee... [Verse 1] They whisper about the girl in the bathroom About the things they think she does alone They count the little pills beside the mirror Then wonder why she never comes back home They call her dramatic, call her crazy “She's only doing it for attention” A pretty little box with a broken label A diagnosis made from one dimension Click-click... Brush your hair, baby, don't look sad Shhh... Hide the things that make them uncomfortable “She's just a bad girl” “She's just a sick girl” “Put her somewhere they don't have to see” [Pre-Chorus — tiny, breathy] But if you really think that everything is fine In this gray little glitter-covered paradise Maybe close your eyes a little tighter Maybe don't look at the corners of the room tonight... [Chorus — sugary, huge reverb] There's murder, there's suicide, there's war There's hunger knocking underneath the door Corruption wearing perfume and a pretty smile A drunk driver crossing the line by a mile If you call this world a beautiful place Pure white light with a perfect little face Then maybe I'm not the one who's blind Maybe I'm just the one who looks sometimes I don't need to pretend I don't need to call the darkness bright I'm not broken for seeing it I'm just awake tonight [Post-Chorus — denpa doll chant] La-la-la! ♪ Don't look! Don't look! La-la-la! ♪ Everything's okay! Heehee... Don't worry, little doll... Just paint another smile on your face ♡ [Verse 2] In a world where appearance is everything If my face isn't perfect, should i disappear? If my grades aren't perfect, am i worthless? If I'm different, should I vanish from here? Everybody wants a photograph Nobody wants the girl behind the glass “Fix your skin!” “Fix your body!” “Fix your brain!” “Fix your life!” Click! Now smile! They sell perfection by the kilogram They package shame in pastel plastic They call it motivation Then wonder why the children panic [Pre-Chorus — whispered, increasingly detuned] So tell me... Why does being alive have to look so pretty? Why does suffering need a filter? Why does everybody love the doll But hate it when the doll starts talking? [Breakdown — chopped vocal / rhythmic whisper] Fuck your perfect little numbers Fuck your endless little wars Fuck the beauty rules That turn a mirror into a courtroom Fuck the perfect grades Fuck the money on the scoreboard Fuck the family pride That says, “Be normal or be nothing” Fuck the little boxes Fuck the labels on my forehead Fuck the people who decide Which lives are worth protecting No, no, no, no— I am not here to fit in I am here to stand out like i was born to [Final Chorus — massive, frantic, intense/dissonant/unhinged] There's murder, there's suicide, there's war The elites are still raping the poor Small voices being tortured still scream There's people dying somewhere you've never seen And everybody says, “Don't ruin the mood!” “Don't say those things!” “Be grateful!” “Be good!” [Spoken / rap with zeal and fiery intensity] If happiness means I close my eyes to the suffering of others... Then fuck your happiness Fuck happy, i want truth Fuck happy, i would rather cry, I would rather die a thousand deaths Than to forget what my scars have taught me [Singing] I don't have a problem I just see the truth I don't have a problem I just see the truth [Outro — tiny doll whisper] Shhh... Why be adorable in such an ugly world? A little flame in deep darkness yeah I cannot say I cannot sense anything anymore I go numb So brush your hair... Put on your bandages... Put on your little dress... Take your meds as prescribed... click ♡ Goodnight, little doll. We are still here.
