Porcelain Trap

(Intro)

(Atmosphere: The sound of a music box winding up. A delicate, fragile melody plays, but it is heavily side-chained, causing it to pump and breathe heavily.)

(Vocal effect: Lightly auto-tuned, crisp, and close to the mic.)

Fragile...Handle with care, right?

That’s what you told me.

(Verse 1)

(Style: Clean, emotional vocals. A pulsing, muted synth bass drives the rhythm.)

I sat on the shelf you beautifully made,

Watching the colors of my own spirit fade.

You called me your masterpiece, painted in white,

But locked me away from the warmth of the light.

A perfect display for your wandering eyes,

A gallery built out of flawless disguise.

(Pre-Chorus)

(Style: Shimmering hi-hats enter. The music box melody gets faster and slightly distorted.)

You loved the aesthetic, you loved the control,

You polished the shell while you starved out the soul.

One little crack and the illusion is through,

I wasn't a person... just a feature to you.

(Chorus)

(Style: The beat opens up into a massive, emotional future bass swell. Huge, lush chords.)

Now I’m trapped in this porcelain cage,

Acting out scenes on your artificial stage.

Beautiful, breathless, and breaking inside,

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

Yeah, you break what you buy just to see if it bleeds,

Locked in the prison of your selfish needs.

(Verse 2)

(Style: Hybrid Trap elements introduce a faster, sharper vocal delivery. Snapping snares.)

Step on the glass, see the fracture lines grow,

You wanted a statue that puts on a show.

Don't breathe, don't speak, just stand on the base,

While you find a replica to take up my place.

I’m frozen in motion, I’m glued to the floor,

But the clay is beginning to chip at the core.

(Bridge)

(Style: The beat drops out completely. Just the sound of porcelain lightly clinking, like a teacup trembling.)

(Whisper) You thought I was dynamic.

You thought I was static.

But the pressure is building...

And the feedback is tragic.

(Sound effect: A sharp, sudden ceramic snap)

(Chorus)

(Style: Maximum energy. The future bass chords are now layered with a gritty digital buzz.)

Now I’m trapped in this porcelain cage,

Acting out scenes on your artificial stage.

Beautiful, breathless, and breaking inside,

Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

Yeah, you break what you buy just to see if it bleeds,

Locked in the prison of your selfish needs.

(Outro)

(Style: The heavy synths fade into a glitchy stutter. The music box melody returns, but it’s missing notes.)

Porcelain...It doesn't bend.

It just...Shatters.

(Sound of a heavy object crashing onto a hard floor, immediately cut off)