Kid Glove Cannibals

[Verse 1]
Chewed-up halo
Hanging from your ear
You say you're gentle
But you lick up every tear
Polka dots of sunscreen
On your plastic throne
You autograph my bandage
Then you tell me go back home
[Chorus]
Kid glove cannibals
Bite down
Say it's ethical
You dress my wounds in lace
Then eat my saving grace
Kid glove cannibals
Soft touch
So theatrical
You kiss me like a cure
But you're chewing on the pure
[Verse 2]
Safety pins in sherbet
Snapshots on the floor
You catalog my chaos
Like a thrift-store war
You talk about compassion
With your cherry lip balm fangs
Every hug a habit
Every promise boomerangs
[Chorus]
Kid glove cannibals
Bite down
Say it's ethical
You dress my wounds in lace
Then eat my saving grace
Kid glove cannibals
Soft touch
So theatrical
You kiss me like a cure
But you're chewing on the pure
[Bridge]
You say
"I love the way you bruise"
(yeah, yeah)
"Those colors really fit your mood"
Tell me
Who taught you to feel like that?
Who stitched a heart inside your mask?
[Chorus]
Kid glove cannibals
Bite down
Say it's ethical
You dress my wounds in lace
Then eat my saving grace
Kid glove cannibals
Soft touch
So theatrical
You kiss me like a cure
But you're chewing on the pure

dance, Hyperactive fourth-wave artcore dance-emo: distorted bass arps, glitchy drum programming, jagged guitar stabs, and sugary synth leads. Male vocals ping-pong between whispery confession and half-screamed hooks; gang shouts pile in on the chorus. Sudden stop-start breaks, filtered drops, and a final glitch-out outro for maximum chaos., emo