[Intro (Spoken + Atmosphere)] [(Distant thunder. Slow ticking. A music box detuned.)] [Female voice talks softly] “Can you hear, puppet of Geppetto, it’s time to wake up” [Male slowly sing] Metal fingers twitch in the dark, Oil tears stain a porcelain heart. City of smoke, city of sin— Wind me up… let it begin. [Female voice talks softly again-(Low choir rises. Guitars swell in reverse.)] “Rise, puppet.…And save the city of Krat” ⸻ [Verse 1 (Rap)] Static in my lungs, I inhale the dust Clockwork veins but the blood feels rust Neon rain on a corpse-lit street Hear the gears in my ribcage beat Open eyes in a city that screams Ash in the sky like burned-out dreams Who pulled the lever? Who struck the spark? Why’s there a storm where there should be dark? Footsteps echo in alleys of flame Every signboard forgets its name Bodies of puppets line the square Smiles carved deep but there’s no one there I check my pulse—just a ticking lie Yet something in me won’t comply If I’m just wood and twisted wire Why do I wake with a soul on fire? ⸻ [Chorus 1] Wind-up lungs but I still breathe pain Steel in my chest like a ball and chain Strings on my wrists, I feel them strain But I rise in the acid rain If I’m a puppet, carved and stained— Why does heartbreak leave a stain? ⸻ [Verse 2 (Build)] Hotel lights like a distant hymn Flicker gold through the chaos dim A voice on the radio calls my name Says I’m the answer to Krat’s shame But answers break when the truth cuts deep Promises rot, they never sleep Half machine in the shattered glass Still that question won’t let me pass They say obey, they say endure But something in me wants something more A choice, a lie, a fragile thread To walk my own path through the dead The city burns but I remain Learning the language of my pain ⸻ [Chorus 2] Wind-up lungs but I still breathe pain Steel in my chest like a ball and chain Cutting the silence, breaking the frame I won’t be bound by a maker’s name If I’m a puppet, cursed and chained— Why do I feel the rain? ⸻ [Bridge (Soft → Explosive)] Tick… tick… ticking heart of tin Tell me where does a soul begin? In the lie? In the choice? In the blood I spill? In the moment I act by my own will? [(Drums detonate.)] ⸻ [Chorus 3 (Final Anthem)] Wind-up lungs but I still breathe flame No more shame in the maker’s game Strings snap loose in the pouring rain I carve my path through rust and pain If I’m a puppet—hear me say— I choose who I am today. ⸻ [Outro (Fading Choir + Whisper)] [(Instrumental strips down to piano and ticking.)] The rain keeps falling on iron skin… The gears keep turning within. No hands above. No strings unseen. Just smoke… and what I’ve been. [(Ticking slows. One final snap of a string.)] Silence.

Awakening In Krat