Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him/Wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted/But if he’s a ghost, then I can be a phantom/Holdin’ him for ransom, some
from Ready for It lyrics by Taylor Swift
The transformation is complete. She’s handed herself over to the machine and is ready to seek and destroy. Gone are the warm, fuzzy emojis, and in its place—a tangle of semi-advanced cybernetics; a metamorphosis captured in the mildly raucous beat. What remains is the boy crazy psychosis. The changes are all cosmetic and what matters most has stayed the same, which is bad news for the fading star.
