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This Second Skin I'm In
(Verse 1)
Drew the blueprints on my ceiling after the great collapse
I sourced the parts from good intentions and salvaged memory scraps
I wove a weave of tougher fiber to hold the wiring in
Spent a year just learning how to breathe inside this second skin
I calibrate this brave new feeling, a voltage spike behind the eyes
It registers a gentle kindness, and learns to filter out the lies.
(Pre-Chorus)
You're moving closer now, I feel the ambient degrees
Upsetting all my careful metrics, my self-appointed peace
You trace a line along my arm and you don't even know
You're getting close to where the circuits and the raw nerves show.
(Chorus)
So don't you touch me like you know me
Like the fine-line scars aren't showing
This second skin I'm in is just a prototype, my friend
Yeah, don't you push me 'til I tear
Pretend that you were never there
This fragile design is how I learned to live again.
Handle with a gentle hand.
(Verse 2)
This dermal layer's rated proof against the acid rain
Of casual cruelties and headlines, the sympathetic pain
It self-repairs the paper cuts from words as sharp as glass
But deep connection is a pressure this model cannot pass
It isn't built for that duration, it isn't stressed for that embrace
I taught my lips a brand new smile that never reaches to my face.
(Pre-Chorus)
You're saying things I wanna hear, you’re breaking all my rules
And I'm overriding all the warnings from my diagnostic tools
You ask me what I'm thinking, darling I don't know where to start
One clumsy move from you could execute a system restart.
(Chorus)
So don't you touch me like you know me
Like the fine-line scars aren't showing
This second skin I'm in is just a prototype, my friend
Yeah, don't you push me 'til I tear
Pretend that you were never there
This fragile design is how I learned to live again.
Handle with a gentle hand.
(Bridge)
And underneath this brilliant surface, there's a war you cannot see
A truce I signed in blood and silence between the former me
If you should rip the seam, you'll find the reason why it's there
Just shivering flesh and exposed wire, too damaged to repair.
Is that a risk you wanna take?
For goodness sake…
(Chorus - Intense)
Don't you touch me like you know me!
Like the FINE-LINE SCARS AREN'T SHOWING!
This second skin I'm in is just a prototype, MY FRIEND!
Yeah, don't you push me 'til I TEAR!
Pretend that you were never THERE!
This fragile design is how I learned to live again!
Handle with a gentle hand!
(Outro)
A gentle hand...
(It's a fragile design)
Please understand...
This second skin I'm in.
(Fades)
About The Song
"This Second Skin I'm In" transforms a recent breakthrough in bio-integrated "smart skin" into a potent metaphor for emotional recovery. The source news detailed an artificial skin that could feel and heal but was incredibly fragile and susceptible to tearing under stress. This song channels that concept into the human experience of building emotional armor after significant trauma. The protagonist has actively, almost scientifically, constructed a new persona—a "second skin"—that allows them to face the world again. However, this new self is a delicate 'prototype,' unable to withstand the pressure of a new, deep connection. The lyrics reflect the Active Agency Mandate: the narrator isn't passively hurt; they are the active engineer of their own fragile recovery, warning a potential new love that any pressure could cause a catastrophic system failure. The song captures the terror and pride of having rebuilt yourself, and the profound vulnerability that remains just beneath the surface.
Production Notes
Genre: Synth-Pop / Alt-Pop / Indie-Electronic
Instrumentation: The track should be built on a bed of pulsating analog synth bass (like a Moog Model D) and a tight, dry drum machine rhythm (LinnDrum-esque). Verses are sparse, carried by the bass, a simple beat, and ethereal synth pads. The pre-chorus introduces a tense, fast-ticking 16th-note closed hi-hat and rising arpeggiated synths. The chorus explodes with a powerful four-on-the-floor beat, layered vocal harmonies, and a soaring lead synth melody that mirrors the main vocal line.
Vocals: The performance is key. The verses should be delivered in a controlled, almost detached, talk-singing style, reflecting the 'clinical' way the narrator has managed their emotions. The pre-chorus should build in intensity and pitch. The chorus needs to be a full-throated, emotional belt, conveying the desperation and urgency of the warning. Use a high-quality condenser mic (like a Neumann U 87) with a clean, modern vocal chain (Neve 1073 preamp, minimal compression from an LA-2A). The bridge should be intimate and close-mic'd, with the final chorus returning to full power. Mix automation should make the soundscape feel like it's breathing—pulling back in the verses and widening dramatically in the chorus.
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