3403GIRL【SynthV Original Song ft. Mai / Kevin / Yuma】

Описание: happy halloween month guys who up beng scary. IM NOT!!!!!!! i went out with my pals the other to get our halloween costumes (shout out to people older than like 12 who still go trick or treating) and woke up THE VERY NEXT DAY with a cold. who up being scary? more like who DOWN in their BED SNEEZING!!!!! its ok though because i also got my little lotso slippers (see community post) and a little light up rabbit that made me cry for 3 hours becase i didnt have the right batteries for it hashtag thriving. (i got the batteries now though and i love my little rabbit) (and i got a plushie his name is trent phillips https://bsky.app/profile/skreya.bsky.... bluesky post where i display trent phillips my rotund little boy)

anyway vsynth producer right of passage here's my "___ girl" song and also my halloween song and also my pride and joy. made in one sitting but also with every inch of love and care in my heart. louve u guys. i would put in a heart emoticon but youtube hates angled brackets so just imagine one being here or something ok.

lyrics:

Tangle up my innards until I'm blue,
Repulsive, single me out as food
For thought, a rat in a sterile
Crystalline room in somebody else's

Home, I find my body to be of
Plastic shell and something so cotton soft
"Mors certa, hora incerta,
Inreperta, mea miserta"

Scratching and humming deep in a cage
Of insolence
(May I please?)
What does she speak of?
Purely undying pleasure
(Freely)

Something I say, be it wrong,
Written in pine, burn to dust
Keep it inside a heart-shaped locket
Far too small for her

Something I said was wrong
Something I did was worse
Carry me out in pieces
Carry me back in glue and thread

Call me by a serial number code
I'll wait here, covered in tears and mould
They'll come back sooner than ever
Sooner I'd never watch what I say and

There, they'd disassemble me, head-to-toe
A set of body parts all in tow
They'll stitch me up and I'd thank them
What I was discarded, so am I

Crystallise the path of broken bones
And italicise the doctor's notes
Show it to the girl of plastic joints
Watch her body crack

Something he said, I know it to not be
His wrongs
(What of I?)
Something she did, I know it to be of
Her allure
(Unmoving)

So I must see to it that she's
Taken under
(Further down)
Slice down the cranium, let the
Cotton brain fall
(Into ash)

(Slice down the cranium and I'll
Soon metabolise my feelings)

(Tangle up my innards until I'm blue,
Repulsive, single me out as food
For thought, a rat in a sterile
Crystalline room in somebody else's)

(Home, I find my body to be of
Plastic shell and something so cotton soft
"Mors certa, hora incerta,
Inreperta, mea miserta")

Flesh and bone all pour from this mangled cloth
Repugnant, human hands bare me gifts
A brain of metal, a heart of
Fortified mindlessness and division

What a group of wonderful people
Ridding me of what they say must be wrong
My hands detached, I must pray still
To the fleshy human-seraphim

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