[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”
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[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?
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[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?
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[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
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[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?
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[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.)]
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[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.
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[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.
ShadowSing
