Silent Trance

Intro: A gentle, wooden Afro-shaker starts. A warm, deep synth-bass pulses in the background. A longing melody creeps in, slowly building the tension.)[Verse 1]Walking down the same hallways, day by day,Trapped in a system where you hide what you want to say.You’re the boss, thirty years of duty in your eyes,I’m the woman who never bows to titles or lies.But in that corridor, our own timeline began:Three looks back and forth, as the spark hit the pan.And in that kitchen, the first wall had to fall,With your son’s pink pen, you showed me your all.[Pre-Chorus](The Afro-percussion grows denser, wooden log-drums join in. The rhythm accelerates.)Two weeks before the end, you burst into my space,Pouring out your heart, trying to find your place.I push the computer away, look straight into your face,My left-to-right gaze scans you in this neon place.You lose your thread, touch your neck, trying to hide,And my quiet "Schade" echoes softly inside.[Chorus](The Drop hits: A heavy, rolling Deep House bass breaks through the Afro-beat. Maximum hypnotic club vibe, sexy and proud.)And we felt what we weren’t allowed to feel,We never cursed the boundaries, we kept it real.My breath went deep, breathe it in, breathe it out,You ignore your wife's call, you don't step out.No happy ending, no dirty little game,We couldn't love, just to keep our pride the same.(Beat-Break: Only the percussion ticks dryly)We stay the rulers... in our untouched frame.[Verse 2](The heavy house bass kicks back in, driving the rhythm forward.)Two days later, shoulder to shoulder at the screen,You type "Super Jessica", making sure it's seen.Then you snap, throwing unfair shade my way,But I draw my lines, I have no time to play."I didn't apply the dressing" – my words, sharp and true,And the big boss runs to the copier for me, right on cue.You ask "All good?", I whisper "Just a little cold..."But our eyes spoke the truth that could never be told.[Pre-Chorus](The synthesizers rise, creating a floating, epic atmosphere.)On your very last day, the students sitting near,You freeze after two steps, caught up in your fear.Two seconds of silent staring, shockwaves in the room,My glance to the right saved your face from doom.Looking at your watch, you murmur "Should I stay?"But my majestic silence sent you on your way.Hesitant at the door, looking over your left shoulder one last time,A soft "Ja, gut" was your final line.[Chorus](Full Drop: The Afro-drums whip, the bass rolls extremely deep. The club vibrates.)And we felt what we weren’t allowed to feel,We never cursed the boundaries, we kept it real.My breath went deep, breathe it in, breathe it out,You ignore your wife's call, you don't step out.No happy ending, no dirty little game,We couldn't love, just to keep our pride the same.[Bridge](The drums drop out. Only a warm, filtering synth pad and the vocals remain.)Right at 2:00 PM, left at the front desk door,A precious black pen, changing what you felt before.Reading the biker card in your new