In "Thief," Ella Red confronts a manufactured lover whose lips are code and heart is blue, built from fantasy and greed. The affection feels mechanized, sweet like cherry cola but hollow, as the real self watches a stranger wear her face with too-pink cheeks and empty eyes. The repeated chorus, loving you and you and you, exposes how desire gets copied and stolen. The horror lies in being wanted only as a perfect, programmable image, leaving the genuine self unrecognizable and erased between the real world and what is 2D.
Thief Lyrics by Ella Red
Born rotten, made of cotton
With her skin between her teeth
Built on the dying breath
Of all the men too drunk on greed
Is she alive?
Can she die?
Put a bullet between her eyes
Is she evil?
Is she kind?
(Put your hands up or everyone dies)
Her lips are code
Her heart is blue
Of ones and o’s
But she loves you, and you
And you, and you, and you
See my lips on a face
With a different set of eyes
Give a kiss to a stranger
I don’t recognize
Your fantasy is haunting me
A different breed, a type of thief
Got a taste now I’m bound
I fit her like a glove
With her hands reaching out
She mechanized the touch
It’s kind of sweet, you wanted me
A different breed, a type of thief
Sweet like soda, cherry cola
Melt the pink into her cheeks
Just like a fever dream for all
The fools like you and me
Is she whorish?
Is she borish?
When she loves you, does she force it?
Is she perfect like a portrait?
(It’s part of her prompt to be on your side)
Her lips are code
Her heart is blue
Of ones and o’s
But she loves you, and you
And you, and you, and you
See my lips on a face
With a different set of eyes
Give a kiss to a stranger
I don’t recognize
Your fantasy is haunting me
A different breed, a type of thief
Got a taste now I’m bound
I fit her like a glove
With her hands reaching out
She mechanized the touch
It’s kind of sweet, you wanted me
A different breed, a type of thief
That’s not me
Her cheeks are too pink
Her teeth are too white
Her eyes are empty
That’s not me
It’s hard to believe
Between the real world
And what is 2D
That’s not me
Her cheeks are too pink
Her teeth are too white
Her eyes are empty
That’s not me
It’s hard to believe
Between the real world
And what is 2D
Her lips are code
Her heart is blue
Of ones and o’s
But she loves you, and you
And you, and you, and you
