Paper Lace Riot

{heavy distorted synth

bass-line snapping into rhythmic mocking

drum

beat, high-voltage static enters} If I could pen a melody to shift

your hollow heart You’d be resting in my orbit,

playing every part I’ve exhausted every tactic,

every trick of the trade But your ego is a fortress that’s

already made. Designer shades to obscure the lack of a gaze You’re

acting like a master in a disconnected haze.

And you never offer greeting,

you don’t recall my soul Because your self-importance is the only playing

goal.

{biting rhythmic sarcastic delivery,

glitch-shimmer on cooler than me} You walk with such pretense,

heavy soles on the floor But you’re oblivious to the image that

you’re looking for. Shh,

I’ve decoded the signal,

I see the design You need the public’s vision just to feel

divine. Behind the painted layer,

there’s nobody at all Who do you think you are?

Watching your own tall wall.

{anthemic bratty high-energy, layered harmonies piercing and ironic} It’s your private stage,

your curated show You’ve got your head in the atmosphere,

nowhere to go. I’ve analyzed the walking,

the rhythmic, loud deceit You don't even offer notice when you’re passing

on the street. Your stature is a fabrication,

your cool is just a lie I’m perfectly sovereign,

I’m waving it goodbye.

{monotone cool detached delivery,

rapid-fire vocal chop on cooler than me} You need the eyes.

Tu as besoin du regard.

Nobody knows you. Personne ne te connaît.

Who do you think you are?

{music pulls back to driving bass and sharp snap,

whisper very

close-mic}

100% Tiguidou.

The facade

is dismantled.

You’re not cooler.

You’re just a script.

Dismissed

{return to raw intimate bedroom studio vibe,

resolved and dismissive, end with final sharp snap of fingers

and bored melodic Dismissed}