Create Alt-Pop English lyrics for a breathy, layered female vocal. Music parameters: 92 BPM, D minor, core instrumentation with warped theremin synths, wobbly glockenspiel melodies, off-kilter lo-fi beats, muted sub-bass pulses, and distorted jack-in-the-box sound flourishes. Lyrics follow the narrative of a teen sneaking into an abandoned boardwalk wax museum after dusk, weaving imagery of half-melted celebrity statues, cracked neon "exit" signs, and the quiet thrill of realizing you’re the only living thing in the room. Emotion blends deadpan whimsy, soft existential unease, and quiet defiance, with internal rhymes and conversational, intimate delivery in the vein of Billie Eilish and Melanie Martinez.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Silver latch, click Hear the clock, tick Boardwalk is sleeping Shadows are creeping Salt in the air Dust in my hair I’m in the lobby It’s just my hobby [Pre-Chorus] Wobbly bells play a tune Under a paper moon The silence is heavy I’m never quite ready [Chorus] Melted faces in a row Nowhere left for them to go I’m the only one who breathes Underneath these plastic leaves Neon exit light is cracked There is no turning back Just a pulse in a room of clay Watching the world decay [Post-Chorus] Clay, clay Watch it decay Stay, stay Don't look away [Verse] Movie stars in the dark Lost their spark Cheeks are dripping down Wilted prom queen crown Elvis has a broken chin History is wearing thin I touch the cold skin Where do I begin? [Pre-Chorus] Warped synths start to moan I am finally alone The air is getting colder I feel centuries older [Chorus] Melted faces in a row Nowhere left for them to go I’m the only one who breathes Underneath these plastic leaves Neon exit light is cracked There is no turning back Just a pulse in a room of clay Watching the world decay [Bridge] Warped sounds from the wall Listen to the theremin call Jack-in-the-box goes pop I don't want it to stop Am I just a doll too? Painted in a different hue? Waiting for the sun to rise With glass in my eyes [Verse] The sub-bass is a ghost Who loves me the most? The man with the wax hands He understands He doesn't ask why He doesn't tell a lie We’re both just sitting still Waiting for the chill [Chorus] Melted faces in a row Nowhere left for them to go I’m the only one who breathes Underneath these plastic leaves Neon exit light is cracked There is no turning back Just a pulse in a room of clay Watching the world decay [Post-Chorus] Clay, clay Watch it decay Stay, stay Don't look away [Outro]
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