Pink Syntax

{light strummed acoustic guitar loop through granular synthesizer,

cyberporous

texture}

Deserving to thrive, but I’d rather rot and wallow A "good time"

mantra that’s getting hard to follow I’ll die old,

just to show the kids the view I’ll never let you down,

even if I upset you Dance until you believe,

dance until it’s true In a funny way,

I’m saving me, I’m saving you {clear thoughtful resonant vocal,

subtle rhythmic stutter on

stand firm} You root for me when you attack,

you need me to prevail

Everyone needs a god,

you’d rather have me fail But you don't see the options,

the animal that grows The "It Girl" costume—the only truth it shows

I’m the girl behind the mask,

I need you to believe The irony is sharp,

and I’m wearing it on my sleeve {driving percussive energy,

warm synth-heavy bass, layered vocal with ethereal grit on

soft animal heart} Split into symbol,

separated parts Stage name carries all the soft animal hearts The screen

is cyberporous, the code is leaking through I wrote the songs for

kids I’ll never know or view It girls are the mothers,

It girls are the child Take the parasocial bride,

keep the vision wild

{faster syncopated math-rock style,

distorted vocal chop on no one on TV ever gets better} Bittersweet

watching, bittersweet belief.

I’m

just the costume, bringing you relief.

I am the symbol.

I am the animal.

Which one are you?

{atmospheric drone, shimmering synth swells,

beat drops out, whisper very close-mic}

The costume is heavy.

The heart is light.

100% Tiguidou. The screen is clear tonight.

{raw intimate 2am bedroom studio

vibe,

end with camera shutter click then silence}