[Intro – 8s, dawn over ruins] Narrator (soft): One year of rebuilding. One year of waiting. Tonight—the end finally shows its face. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Isaiah | 30s] A year taught me patience, taught me pain, How to stand in silence, how to aim, City learned to walk without fear, Learned heroes don’t disappear. I carry the fallen, I carry the cost, Every promise paid, every loss, You ruled the night, you fed on doubt— But I stayed when the lights went out. Villain (weak laugh): You learned well… Too well. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Back & Forth | 12s] Villain: You finally became what you hated. Isaiah: No—I became what you couldn’t control. Villain: Power always corrupts. Isaiah: Only when fear’s the goal. ⸻ [Chorus – Clash | 25s] Villain: You think this ends with me on the floor? Isaiah: It ends when you hurt us no more. Villain: The city will always need night. Isaiah: Then let it choose its light. Both: Say it loud, hear the truth arrive— Tyrants fall. People survive. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Villain (fading) | 25s] I bent the city, cracked its spine, Taught it peace was a thin straight line, But you stood firm where others ran, Turned belief into a plan. I hated that… Loved it too. You’re proof my end was overdue. Isaiah (steady): You don’t get redemption. Just an ending. ⸻ [Bridge – Final Exchange | 15s] Villain: Tell me— When the crowds stop chanting your name… Who do you think fills the space? Isaiah: No one. That’s the point. ⸻ [Beat Drop – Villain collapses | 3s silence] ⸻ [Final Verse – Revelation | 25s] Villain (final breath, smiling): You never saw it… did you? Power hates a vacuum. While you were building tomorrow— I crowned today. Marco doesn’t want the city safe… He wants it obedient. Isaiah (shaken): Marco…? Villain (last whisper): He learned from the best. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Isaiah | 30s] So let the night hear me clear and calm, I’ll face what’s next with open palms, You ended here, but the fight goes on, I won’t pretend the dark is gone. If a new shadow wears a friend’s face, I won’t look away, I won’t hesitate, The city stands—not blind, not small— We don’t kneel to villains at all. ⸻ [Outro – 12s, ominous resolve] (Sirens fade into a low pulse.) Isaiah (quiet, determined): Marco… If you’re listening— I’m ready. Narrator: The villain is gone. But the war… Has changed its name.

Last Breath, New Shadow