Public Domain Lyrics – Poppy | from “Empty Hands”

Poppy’s plunging into the ether with Empty Hands, her seventh studio plunge dropping January 23, 2026, via Sumerian Records, and “Public Domain” kicks it off like a siren call from the shadows—whispered confessions that bloom into a roar, daring you to claim what’s already slipping through your fingers.

As the album opener, this one’s Poppy distilling her chameleon soul into something fiercely intimate: glitchy synths weaving through emo-tinged verses that erupt into death-metal snarls, a sonic tightrope between vulnerability and venom. It’s avant-pop with a metal heart, co-produced in her LA war room where she’s been alchemizing introspection into industrial edges—think the hazy dream-pop haze of her early days colliding with the gut-punch aggression of Negative Spaces.

Thematically, it grapples with exposure’s double blade: the thrill of being endlessly remixed in the cultural blender, the ache of owning nothing in a world that devours your every pixel. Snippets teased on her TikTok last week hint at lyrics looping on borrowed identities and eternal echoes, a creative pivot that feels like her reclaiming the narrative from the internet’s endless scroll. No collabs spotlighted yet, but knowing Poppy, expect those surprise drops from her rotating door of sonic mad scientists.

Empty Hands builds on that 2024 blueprint, a 13-track odyssey through aggression’s fire and melancholy’s fog—spanning the blistering retribution of “Bruised Sky” and “Guardian” (out now, with videos that hit like fever dreams) to the drifting introspection of “Unravel” and closers like “Ribs” and the title track. Recorded amid her post-tour reset, it’s got no rigid arc, just raw fragments of biblical fury and quiet unraveling, clocking 45 minutes of bold experimentation that blurs pop’s polish with metal’s bite.

She’s at her most unhinged peak right now, 30 and fearless after Negative Spaces’ chart storm and that Coachella set where she crowd-surfed into a mosh pit of her own making. The YouTube goth-turned-global provocateur is shedding skins faster than ever, trading viral stunts for this deeper excavation—proving she’s not just surviving the spotlight, she’s rewriting its rules, one fractured hook at a time.