歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Static in the gallery hall Shadows lean against the wall Oil cracks on a gilded frame I forget my uniform name The harpsichord begins to glitch Stitching up a velvet twitch I hear the spin of heavy drums Where the laundromat machine hums [Pre-Chorus] Mona Lisa starts to foam Whiter whites for every home Scent of lemon, scent of bleach Everything is out of reach She whispers through the drying heat Take my place upon the street [Chorus] Wash the canvas, scrub the soul Trade my skin to take control Step inside the golden cage Scream with 1950s rage Be the wife in satin blue I am her and she is you [Post-Chorus] Clean it up Break the cup Fold the light Keep it bright [Verse] Spinning cycles in the dark Leave a synthetic beauty mark The lady in the portrait sighs With soap suds in her painted eyes She whispers “Buy the heavy starch” As tourists join the funeral march I swap my badge for plastic pearls Best of all the factory girls [Hook] Spin it out Scream and shout Deep in ground No one found [Bridge] Curated grace is just a lie Watch the pretty pictures die I am hanging on the wall Watching all the empires fall From the frame I watch them stare Smelling Tide inside the air My snarl is hidden by the gloss Calculating every loss [Breakdown] (Throat singing layers) (Laundromat machinery clatter) (Operatic soprano peak) (Guttural snarl) [Chorus] Wash the canvas, scrub the soul Trade my skin to take control Step inside the golden cage Scream with 1950s rage Be the wife in satin blue I am her and she is you [Post-Chorus] Clean it up Break the cup Fold the light Keep it bright [Outro]
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