| Artist | Broadcast |
| Song | Papercuts |
| Director | Broadcast |
| Director | Babak |
| Genre | Dance & Electronica |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
Broadcast perform "Papercuts" in a stark, retro-futurist setting filled with flickering light, geometric patterns, and hypnotic visual distortions. Trish Keenan and the band appear alongside a rotating, perforated optical device, while pulses of color and shadow create an increasingly hallucinatory atmosphere. Rather than following a conventional narrative, the video translates the song's uneasy mixture of sweetness and psychological tension into a carefully controlled psychedelic experience, making the performers seem caught between a television studio, a science laboratory, and a dream.
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You can't pretend cause I can see You're not the boy you used to be Trust me with a secret you can't keep I watch your eyes they shift with doubt So every night when stars come out I try to read your personality The writing for pleasure you wouldn't let me read The things you miss out when you try to mislead You said you wrote a page about me In your diary ... |