Velvet thunder in a silver gown, Storms obey when I look down, Every whisper in the hall Waits to hear my curtain call. Emerald spires, I hold the sky, Clouds assemble when I cry, I don’t conjure — I proclaim, History trembles at my name. Pre-Chorus I read the pressure in the air, A twist of fate, a dark affair, And when I lift my hand just so— The winds of Oz begin to blow. Chorus Hear my voice roll through the marble halls, Rising like a warning call, Citizens, gather one and all— There’s a shadow on the wall. (Building harmony) The wicked witch will kill us all… (Harmony echoes, layered and ominous) The wicked witch… will kill us all… And in the light where hope stands tall— (Bright, angelic harmony swell) Glinda will save us all! Glinda will save us all! Verse 2 Oh, I never shout, I resonate, Prophecy and power correlate, I simply say what must be said, And let the fearful fill the dread. Storms are useful, hearts are clay, Mold them gently, they obey, Give them someone bright and fair, Give them someone they can wear. Pre-Chorus A little panic, softly spun, A little spark to start the run, And when the lightning splits the seam— They’ll cling to any shining dream. Chorus Hear my voice ring crystal clear, Carving truth from trembling fear, Citizens, the end is near— Can’t you feel it drawing near? (Dark harmony layers) The wicked witch will kill us all… The wicked witch… will kill us all… But from the glow above it all— (Golden, triumphant harmonies) Glinda will save us all! Glinda will save us all! Bridge (Slow, jazzy breakdown. Almost spoken-sung, theatrical.) I don’t create the tempest, dear, I simply make it loud and clear. A whisper can become a scream If guided by the grand regime. Oh, heroes rise when villains fall, You see — we need them, after all. A public primed, a perfect stage, A little fear, a little rage. (Music swells, dramatic key change.) Final Chorus (Big, cinematic, full pop-jazz belt.) Let it echo through the dome, Every heart and every home, Mark my words in etched-in stone— You are safer not alone! (Huge layered harmony, call-and-response) The wicked witch will kill us all! (She will! She will!) The wicked witch will kill us all! But shining in a gilded shawl— (Triumphant stacked harmonies soar high) Glinda will save us all! Glinda will save us all! Glinda will save us all! Outro (Soft, ominous jazz chord under a final sustained note.) The forecast stands, the future’s clear… Believe the voice you choose to hear. (Low, satisfied final line) And I… am very persuasive

Forecast of Fear