3403GIRL【SynthV Original Song ft. Mai / Kevin / Yuma】

happy halloween month guys who up beng scary. IM NOT!!!!!!! i went out with my pals the other to get our halloween costumes (shout out to people older than like 12 who still go trick or treating) and woke up THE VERY NEXT DAY with a cold. who up being scary? more like who DOWN in their BED SNEEZING!!!!! its ok though because i also got my little lotso slippers (see community post) and a little light up rabbit that made me cry for 3 hours becase i didnt have the right batteries for it hashtag thriving. (i got the batteries now though and i love my little rabbit) (and i got a plushie his name is trent phillips https://bsky.app/profile/skreya.bsky.social/post/3l6ewqnhicv2o bluesky post where i display trent phillips my rotund little boy) anyway vsynth producer right of passage here's my "___ girl" song and also my halloween song and also my pride and joy. made in one sitting but also with every inch of love and care in my heart. louve u guys. i would put in a heart emoticon but youtube hates angled brackets so just imagine one being here or something ok. lyrics: Tangle up my innards until I'm blue, Repulsive, single me out as food For thought, a rat in a sterile Crystalline room in somebody else's Home, I find my body to be of Plastic shell and something so cotton soft "Mors certa, hora incerta, Inreperta, mea miserta" Scratching and humming deep in a cage Of insolence (May I please?) What does she speak of? Purely undying pleasure (Freely) Something I say, be it wrong, Written in pine, burn to dust Keep it inside a heart-shaped locket Far too small for her Something I said was wrong Something I did was worse Carry me out in pieces Carry me back in glue and thread Call me by a serial number code I'll wait here, covered in tears and mould They'll come back sooner than ever Sooner I'd never watch what I say and There, they'd disassemble me, head-to-toe A set of body parts all in tow They'll stitch me up and I'd thank them What I was discarded, so am I Crystallise the path of broken bones And italicise the doctor's notes Show it to the girl of plastic joints Watch her body crack Something he said, I know it to not be His wrongs (What of I?) Something she did, I know it to be of Her allure (Unmoving) So I must see to it that she's Taken under (Further down) Slice down the cranium, let the Cotton brain fall (Into ash) (Slice down the cranium and I'll Soon metabolise my feelings) (Tangle up my innards until I'm blue, Repulsive, single me out as food For thought, a rat in a sterile Crystalline room in somebody else's) (Home, I find my body to be of Plastic shell and something so cotton soft "Mors certa, hora incerta, Inreperta, mea miserta") Flesh and bone all pour from this mangled cloth Repugnant, human hands bare me gifts A brain of metal, a heart of Fortified mindlessness and division What a group of wonderful people Ridding me of what they say must be wrong My hands detached, I must pray still To the fleshy human-seraphim ~~~~~~~~~~ inst: https://www.mediafire.com/file/v1pf2176yh0n29t/lowkey_parasitic_delusion_rev_p%2Av_but_not_cuz_mai_suffers_instead_of_being_evil_%25283%2529.mp3/file soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/UrnqH8k1j4oPZjAW6