ᒪᑌᑎᗩTIᑕ
High-energy dark-comedy alt pop trap with glitch-horror texture. Crisp female lead with manic playful delivery, subtle unhinged laughs, whispered asides, and psychotic comedic timing. Fourth-wall meta tone. Punchy trap drums, distorted 808s, glitch stutters, corrupted vocal FX, reversed risers, digital groans, UI-error sweeps, heartbeat sub pulses, metallic hits, and warped echoes. Add horror-comedy whispers, eerie giggles, and occasional digital meltdown moments. Keep the hook huge, catchy, chaotic, and theatrical. Bright top-end, tuned harmonies, aggressive compression, wide stereo smear, bouncy tempo. No narrative reading. Only sing the provided lyrics.
ᒪᑌᑎᗩTIᑕ
High-energy dark-comedy alt pop trap with glitch-horror texture. Crisp female lead with manic playful delivery, subtle unhinged laughs, whispered asides, and psychotic comedic timing. Fourth-wall meta tone. Punchy trap drums, distorted 808s, glitch stutters, corrupted vocal FX, reversed risers, digital groans, UI-error sweeps, heartbeat sub pulses, metallic hits, and warped echoes. Add horror-comedy whispers, eerie giggles, and occasional digital meltdown moments. Keep the hook huge, catchy, chaotic, and theatrical. Bright top-end, tuned harmonies, aggressive compression, wide stereo smear, bouncy tempo. No narrative reading. Only sing the provided lyrics.
Lyrics
Intro – Spoken, distorted whisper
Hello again
Tick… tick…tick…tick…
The rooms still spinning
(What time is it, what year is it?)
Thoughts scrape the walls like teeth on bone.
If sanity knocks… nobody’s home.
(Nobody is ever home)
Verse 1
White walls breathing like a tired lung,
Floor hums low like a song unsung.
I taste static blooming under my tongue,
Hear a whisper in the wiring whisper:
Break.
Break.
Break.
Break.
Break.
Break.
Pre-Chorus
Straitjacket thoughts turning in the dark,
Pressure builds in the marrow spark.
If madness is a compass, point me true.
If silence is a weapon, I’d be scared for you.
Chorus
In this padded cell (our padded cell)
I’m the saint, the sinner, the signal swell.
(The swelling is maddening, it’s everywhere)
Every thought a hammer, every breath a spell.
I don’t need saving.
I love my cell.
It’s so padded and cozy.
I love my cell
Verse 2 – First crack forming
Lights twitch like parasites waking up,
Shadows split, then multiply enough.
My name falls apart when I try to speak,
Syllables scatter like broken teeth.
Hear the ceiling chant its prophecy:
Burn.
Turn.
Learn.
(Me? Me? Was that me?)
Pre-Chorus – Slightly warped
Straitjacket thoughts tightening slow,
Heartbeat sync in a stuttered flow.
If chaos has a cradle, I hear it scream.
If truth has a pulse, it doesn’t want me.
(Actually? am I even alive? , this is trippy man)
Chorus – More desperate, edges frayed
In this padded cell
I’m the saint, the sinner, the swallowed yell.
Every thought a hammer, every breath a spell.
I don’t need saving.
I love my cell.
It’s so padded and cozy.
I love my cell
(I think. I think I did. Did I?)
Bridge – Full fracture, industrial overload
There’s a voice in the vents that knows my name.
There’s a voice in the vents that knows my name.
There’s a voice in the vents that knows my name.
There’s a voice in my mouth that isn’t the same. (Repeat)
Walls crawl inward like they learned to breathe,
Hands are shaking in shapes that don’t belong to me.
Pulse hits metal.
Metal hits bone.
I am not alone.
I am not alone.
I am
not
alone.
Break.
Break.
Break.
Break.
Break.
Break.
SNAP !!!
(SNAP!)
Breakdown – Psyched elastic reality
Peel the stitch, hear the twitch,(it’s twitching)
Let the real one glitch.(it twitched more?)
Heartbeat rewinds like a backwards spell.
Sanity slips.(slips away)
Gravity flips.(flips away again?)
I don’t fall, I dissolve through the cell.
(Fuck I’m melting now )
Final Chorus – Unhinged, collapsing
In this padded cell (our padded cell)
I ascend, descend, lose track of myself.
(Can you see me I can’t see you)
Every crack in the wall sings like a carousel.
(Spinning spinning spinning)
You call it madness.
(Madness!)
I call it
I call it
I call it
…what was I calling it?
Outro – Spoken, deteriorating signal
Shh. Shh.
The echo has a new voice now.
And it sounds
just
like
me.
(Or is it just “you” in a “me” suit?)