New_Project (2) (Cover)
An electronic pop track with fractured, stop–start drums and irregular accents, breaking the groove into jagged pieces. Atonal melodies drift over shifting chords, while glitchy vocal cuts punctuate the gaps. The vocals are whimsical and strange—stretching syllables, jumping odd intervals, sliding off-key like a crooked lullaby. Textures shift unpredictably, blending pads, warped guitars, and quirky synth bursts. The climax hits with the whole ensemble stuttering into a harsh C–C#–D–Eb cluster, unresolved and jarring.
New_Project (2) (Cover)
An electronic pop track with fractured, stop–start drums and irregular accents, breaking the groove into jagged pieces. Atonal melodies drift over shifting chords, while glitchy vocal cuts punctuate the gaps. The vocals are whimsical and strange—stretching syllables, jumping odd intervals, sliding off-key like a crooked lullaby. Textures shift unpredictably, blending pads, warped guitars, and quirky synth bursts. The climax hits with the whole ensemble stuttering into a harsh C–C#–D–Eb cluster, unresolved and jarring.
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
I washed my hands—till the SKIN came OFF,
Still can’t, can’t, CAN’T scrape your fingerprints fingerprints.
The mirror BLINKS (BLINKS) but never looks away,
It HUMS, hums, hums my secrets in a voice I—HATE.
(Chorus)
Smile WIDE, don’t—don’t let it slip,
Teeth like glass ABOUT TO, ABOUT TO CHIP.
Every laugh is BORROWED—borrowed borrowed,
Every breath’s a LIE LIE LIE,
I choke choke on SILENCE just to stay alive alive alive.
(Verse 2)
Dinner’s cold BUT the plate still GRINS,
Chopstick chopstick ALL pointing—WHERE my veins begin.
You said “it’s love” while you pulled the THREAD THREAD THREAD,
Stitched my mouth shut shut shut, LEFT the eyes instead.
(Chorus)
SMILE wide, don’t—don’t LET it SLIP,
Teeth like GLASS, about to CHIP CHIP CHIP.
Every laugh is BORROWED borrowed, every BREATH’s a LIE,
I choke choke choke on SILENCE just to STAY ALIVE.
(Bridge)
CROWDS clap clap loud WHEN the BODY shakes shakes,
No one asks what sound SOUND it MAKES—MAKES.
I’m a MANNEQUIN, dressed in borrowed SKIN, SKIN, SKIN,
Praying praying—the ZIPPER won’t BREAK again.
(Outro)
The LIGHTS go OUT but the SMILE stays,
Frozen plastic plastic, LOCKED in PLACE.
If I MOVE, the CRACKS will SHOW SHOW SHOW—
So I stay still still STILL,
and let let LET the SILENCE grow.