Spotless (Pretty Box) 1.10

[sg1-nir-ro-na-inbm-02-91] [LS.v3.3.2026.0718R] [midtempo early-90s grunge, huge room-centered acoustic drums, simple heavy bass, chromatic non-diatonic power-chord movement, unexpected harmonic shifts, unstable verse harmony, stronger melodic chorus center, rough recessed lead vocal, compressed vowels, blurred consonants, human_band_pocket] [Intro] [full band immediate entry] [huge centered drums, distorted electric guitar, heavy bass] [chromatic non-diatonic power-chord movement] [brief guitar dropout, drums exposed, guitar returns] [Verse 1] [bass and drums dominant, electric guitar mostly absent, lead vocal somewhat forward but still inside the band] You like to wear my edges like you earned this. What's it feel like, trying on a new skin? Rabbit teeth snapping lines out of context— marking it all like your hands did the digging. [Pre-Chorus] [guitar begins returning with reduced weight, unstable harmony building pressure] You don't know what makes it rot or bloom. My name's not for your little shrine. Every time you trace the frame, you sand down the cracks I call mine. [Chorus] [full band, wide doubled distorted guitars, huge drums, stronger bass weight, rough vocal reinforcement, melodic chorus lift] Put me in your pretty box, tie it tight. Face it now—you'll never get the shape right. Take it, take it, isn't this what you wanted? Stick your fingers in the smear, call it spotless. [Verse 2] [guitar drops back, bass and drums carry the section, centered rough vocal, restrained density] You followed close just to flatten the legends. Call it love, like that clears the breakage. Fold my burn marks into your reflection— don't trip when you rewrite who said what. [Pre-Chorus] [guitar gradually returns, chromatic harmonic tension] Show me how you talk like you didn't steal it. You miss the warnings in the quiet lines. Tape me over—you can't taste the bone. If this cuts, you're the one who designed it. [Chorus] [full band return, doubled fuzz guitars, wide chorus body, reinforced vocal] Put me in your pretty box, tie it tight. Face it now—you'll never get the shape right. Take it, take it, isn't this what you wanted? Stick your fingers in the smear, call it spotless. [Bridge] [reduced density, bass and drums remain physical, guitar answers in short distorted phrases] You'll never know where I end beneath your chewing. Likes and bites don't stitch the pieces. Wear my hurt and call it collective— your stained uniform can't hold the truth. [Instrumental] [extended distorted guitar section] [chromatic non-diatonic guitar movement] [guitar becomes more prominent and shifts toward one side of the stereo field] [bass remains heavy beneath centered drums] [no decorative soloing, riff and texture remain primary] [Final Chorus] [maximum full-band density, wide doubled fuzz guitars, strongest vocal reinforcement, huge centered drum impact] Put me in your pretty box, tie it tight. Face it now—you'll never get the shape right. Take it, take it, isn't this what you wanted? Stick your fingers in the smear, call it spotless. Yeah, stick your whole hand in the smear— call it spotless. [Outro] [vocal ends before instruments] [band carries the final bars] [direct final chord stop, no fade] [end]