[Style: Minimal electroclash, coldwave glitch] [Vocal: Deadpan female whisper-speak, French-English mix] [Tempo: Mid-fast (124 BPM), steady pulse, analog synths, tight beats, dry snares] [Intro, Minimal synth stab, Breath FX] (Click. Clack.) Nuit plastique. No feeling. Just friction. [Verse 1, Spoken whisper, Deadpan tone] Tu regardes. Je fume. La nuit s’étire comme un chewing-gum. Des néons dans mes veines. Je suis une poupée sans nom. [Pre-Chorus, Lo-fi texture, Pulse rising] Plastic skin, no touch Digital wine, too much Whispers glitch between the lines I lose myself. Fine. [Chorus, Cold groove, Flat harmony] Nuit plastique No logique Je danse sans musique Ton regard — mécanique [Break, Instrumental glitch interlude, Vocal chop FX] (You. Me. Repeat.) (Machine. Machine.) [Verse 2, Half-sung, half-spoken, Fragmented phrases] Silence liquide Des corps vides Mon nom s’efface dans la nuit Tu m’aimes ou tu m’oublies? [Pre-Chorus, Filtered synth, Spoken breath] Skin on screen Looped routine L’amour version .mp3 Glitched déjà vu — c’est fini [Chorus, Dry rhythm, Robotic bounce] Nuit plastique No logique Je danse sans musique Ton regard — mécanique [Outro, Fade-out, Repetitive echo] Clack. Clack. Nuit… plastique…
