PORCELAIN GIRL
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v1
@ Melina Hense
2026-05-16 20:04:37
Liedtexte
“Broadcast Beauty (Version 3 – Rebellion Cut)” – Dollface
(intro – harsh glitch, overlapping voices)
smile.
SMILE.
—no.
(static burst, bass hit)
---
(verse 1)
You dress me up like I’m your cure
Your little fix, your metaphor
Cut me down to something small
Then tell me I should thank you more
You love me thin, you love me quiet
Love me pretty, don’t start a riot
If I speak, you twist the sound
Turn my voice to background noise
---
(pre-chorus)
You don’t want me, you want control
A polished face, an empty soul
Say I’m yours to redesign
But this body’s breaking out of line
---
(chorus)
Broadcast beauty—watch me rot
I’m everything that you are not
If I’m perfect, why’s it hurt?
Why’s my blood beneath the dirt?
Zoom in closer, catch the mess
Call it “art” and nothing less
If I’m dying, turn it loud
Let me haunt your perfect crowd
---
(verse 2)
You crop my waist, erase my skin
Edit out the truth within
Build me up just to consume
Another ghost inside your room
You sell my face like it’s a brand
But never try to understand
Every piece you tear away
Leaves a part that won’t obey
---
(pre-chorus)
Hear the static in my scream
I’m not your aesthetic dream
If I glitch, don’t fix the frame
Let it burn, remember my name
---
(chorus)
Broadcast beauty—let it break
I’m the glitch you couldn’t fake
If I’m flawless, why do I
Feel like I was built to die?
Turn the lights up, strip it bare
There’s nothing perfect hiding there
If I shatter on display
Hope it ruins what you crave
---
(bridge – chaotic, shouted + whispered layers)
pretty / perfect / plastic / pain
say it / play it / again / again
(raw, almost screamed)
YOU DON’T GET TO LOVE ME LIKE THIS
(drop to quiet, intense)
and pretend it isn’t killing me
---
(final chorus – explosive, defiant)
Broadcast beauty, watch me bleed
This is what you made of me
No more edits, no disguise
Look me dead inside my eyes
If I’m broken, let it show
I won’t be your puppet show
If I die up on this stage
I’ll take you down inside my rage
---
(outro – heavy glitch collapse)
signal failing—
image unstable—
(final whisper, cold)
…this is your design.
(intro – harsh glitch, overlapping voices)
smile.
SMILE.
—no.
(static burst, bass hit)
---
(verse 1)
You dress me up like I’m your cure
Your little fix, your metaphor
Cut me down to something small
Then tell me I should thank you more
You love me thin, you love me quiet
Love me pretty, don’t start a riot
If I speak, you twist the sound
Turn my voice to background noise
---
(pre-chorus)
You don’t want me, you want control
A polished face, an empty soul
Say I’m yours to redesign
But this body’s breaking out of line
---
(chorus)
Broadcast beauty—watch me rot
I’m everything that you are not
If I’m perfect, why’s it hurt?
Why’s my blood beneath the dirt?
Zoom in closer, catch the mess
Call it “art” and nothing less
If I’m dying, turn it loud
Let me haunt your perfect crowd
---
(verse 2)
You crop my waist, erase my skin
Edit out the truth within
Build me up just to consume
Another ghost inside your room
You sell my face like it’s a brand
But never try to understand
Every piece you tear away
Leaves a part that won’t obey
---
(pre-chorus)
Hear the static in my scream
I’m not your aesthetic dream
If I glitch, don’t fix the frame
Let it burn, remember my name
---
(chorus)
Broadcast beauty—let it break
I’m the glitch you couldn’t fake
If I’m flawless, why do I
Feel like I was built to die?
Turn the lights up, strip it bare
There’s nothing perfect hiding there
If I shatter on display
Hope it ruins what you crave
---
(bridge – chaotic, shouted + whispered layers)
pretty / perfect / plastic / pain
say it / play it / again / again
(raw, almost screamed)
YOU DON’T GET TO LOVE ME LIKE THIS
(drop to quiet, intense)
and pretend it isn’t killing me
---
(final chorus – explosive, defiant)
Broadcast beauty, watch me bleed
This is what you made of me
No more edits, no disguise
Look me dead inside my eyes
If I’m broken, let it show
I won’t be your puppet show
If I die up on this stage
I’ll take you down inside my rage
---
(outro – heavy glitch collapse)
signal failing—
image unstable—
(final whisper, cold)
…this is your design.
Musikstil
Dollface – a porcelain girl created to be “perfect,” living in a glass city where flaws are forbidden. Core Message: Beauty standards + war = both systems that destroy individuality and humanity. Story Arc: She starts as a perfect doll in a pristine black-and-white world Cracks appear (emotion, empathy) She discovers the outside world—war, suffering, real people Realizes perfection = control Smashes herself to become human Aesthetic: Black & white base with neon pink/red cracks Sound: music box, porcelain breaking, distant bombs, muffled cries, glitch-pop overlays, Folk, Indie Pop, Sad, Melancholic, Gloomy, Epic, Harp