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experimental industrial glitch metal
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December 12, 2025
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Lyrics
Blue light. No cover
Blue light. No name
They brand them in the clinic where the neon never sleeps
A lattice under skin-thin wires, cold as deeds
The needles hum a doctrine that the city loves to keep
"Seen means safe," they say, and turn the pain to leash
She isn’t one - she’s many, in the alley and the glare
Bare backs on iron benches, bare chests in toxic air
When fabric grazes skin, the system answers prayer
A shock like frozen thunder; she stands, and doesn’t dare
The watchers count the heartbeats
the cameras count the toes
A rulebook made of concrete
everybody knows
Blue lights, no cover
branded for the night
Naked as a warning
naked by the right
If cloth insists on mercy
venom answers "No"
Blue lights, no cover
pay or "didn’t show"
Blue lights, no cover
bodies turned to signs
The city reads their skin
like scripture in the lines
No cover
No shadow
The brand in shadows
No curtains
No meadow
The mark provides
They work where eyes collect: rail, the bar
Concrete as a mattress, a bumper as a star
Some pay in folded currency, some "rate" and then withhold
Complaint becomes a weapon; the story’s always sold
Groups with bottled thunder, officers with keys
The constant "quality control" that strips the word "agree"
Old hands learn the angles, how to stand and breathe
New faces flinch and tremble; the city will not leave
They’re counted by their silence
their posture, and their scars
Kept open to the weather
To strangers and to stars
Blue lights, no cover
branded for the night
Naked as a warning
naked by the right
If cloth insists on mercy
venom answers "No"
Blue lights, no cover
pay or "didn’t show"
Blue lights, no cover
bodies turned to signs
The city reads sluts'
skin like scripture in the lines
Count them. Rate them. Own them
Don’t you dare look away
Stencil of a life in frost and soldered veins
Every alley has a pulpit, every stare contains
A tax upon a body that cannot fold or hide
Blue geometry of shame, officially applied
The law says "pure transparency", the street says "pure control"
A thousand open doorways, and none that heal a soul
blue. lights. no
blue. lights. no
blue. lights. no
blue. lights. no
They stand in winter’s rattle
they burn in metal heat
The benches keep their imprint
the curbs recite their feet
Some learn a steel composure
displaying what is theirs
Not asking for permission
just owning how one bears
This isn’t love or lust
it’s commerce with a sneer
Where "didn’t like the service"
erases wages here
The city plays a conscience
through speakers in the rain
"Visibility is safety"
electric into pain
They punish cloth like treason
they punish shade like sin
A visible permission
slip that’s stapled into skin
Blue lights, no cover
branded for the night
Naked as a warning
naked by the right
If cloth insists on mercy
venom answers "No"
Blue lights, no cover
pay or "didn’t show"
Blue lights, no cover
counted by the stare
Bodies turned to signage
and everyone’s aware
Who owns the gaze?
The city does
Who owns the pain?
The city does
Who owns the whore?
The city does
Who owns the slut?
The city does.
Blue light. No cover
They live where eyes collect
blue. lights. no.
blue. lights. no.
