[Intro (Theater Ambience + Twisted Waltz)]
Ladies and gentlemen…
Tonight’s performance:
Your extinction.
[(Massive orchestral hit.)]
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[Verse 1 (Fast Rap)]
Velvet curtains soaked in ash,
Royal strings begin to thrash.
Golden crown on a hollow skull,
This broken kingdom’s beautiful.
Dancers twitch in shattered grace,
Painted smiles on every face.
He pulls the wires, calls it art—
But I hear the rot inside his heart.
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[Chorus 1 (Huge, Theatrical)]
Bow to the king of marionettes,
Hear the orchestra of regrets.
Stage is set, the lights ignite—
One of us won’t leave tonight.
Cut the strings or take the throne—
No more dancing on borrowed bones.
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[Verse 2 (Heavier, Half-Screamed)]
Spotlight burns on splintered wood,
He calls it fate—I call it blood.
Every puppet forced to spin,
Trapped beneath porcelain skin.
But I am not his masterpiece,
Not his doll on a silver leash.
I raise my blade, I break the frame—
End the act. Forget the name.
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[Chorus 2 (Choir + Blast Drums)]
Bow to the king of marionettes,
Hear the violins and bayonets.
If this is war upon the stage—
Then I answer rage with rage.
Curtain falling, crown undone—
Tonight the puppet becomes the one.
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[Bridge (Silence → Drop)]
Applause fades.
Strings snap.
Crown falls—
Impact.
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[Final Chorus (Full Chaos + Choir)]
No more kings of hollow thread,
No more puppets ruled by dread.
The throne burns bright in dying light—
And I walk through fire tonight.
Encore’s over. Silence reigns.
The crown dissolves in acid rain.
ShadowSing
