(Music: A massive, orchestral "THUD." A solo, scratchy, weeping violin plays a frantic, trapped motif.)
[Verse 1]
The footlights are flickering, the theater is cold,
The story is written, and the ending is told.
They say that the hero is dead on his feet,
That the shadows have finally tasted the sweet.
But look at my hands—see the grease and the grime?
While wirey weeping gnaws at my bones.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Music: The drums hit a sudden, rapid-fire gallop—a heartbeat accelerating out of control. It’s a frantic, jagged "kick-drum" build that spikes the adrenaline.)
Every brick is a mountain.
Every mile is a year.
I’m drowning in silence...
But I’m screaming in fear!
[Chorus]
(Music: Full explosion. Thunderous, jagged drums. A soaring, tragic violin counter-melody.)
WAIT FOR ME! Through the smoke and the thunder!
WAIT FOR ME! Pull the heavy earth under!
I’m breaking the cycle, I’m tearing the page,
A lion of longing inside of a cage!
Give me a glimmer! A spark in the black!
I’m running a race with no turning back!
On the edge of the breaking...
On the brink of the blue...
I am a heartbeat away from you!
[Verse 2]
(Music: Rhythmic, industrial "clank-thump" beat. The violin cries in the background.)
The chorus is chanting my name in the dark,
They’re waiting for me to go out like a spark.
"Give it up!" says the wind. "Let it go!" says the rain.
There’s a comfort in losing, a mercy in pain.
But I'm a hero gone rogue, a villain now too,
I’ve got nothing left but the nothing I’ll lose!
Hear that wirey wail? That’s the sound of the soul
Trying to put back the pieces and make itself whole!
[Bridge]
(Music: The drums drop to a hollow, uneven heartbeat. The violin is a thin, wirey wail that sounds like a long, scratchy sob.)
(Vocals: Low, smooth, and unwavering—like a single thread of silk in a storm.)
I’m tracing the walls for the heat of your hand,
In a kingdom of rust and of shifting sand.
The silence is heavy, the shadows are deep,
But I have a promise I’m going to keep.
Is that your shadow? Or just the cold breath...
Of the curtain that hangs on the doorway of death?
(Music: A sudden, violent violin screech—a jagged, piercing scream)
NO!
[The Grand Finale]
(Music: Chaotic, rolling drum crescendo. Ferocious, wirey violin.)
WAIT FOR ME! I’m the storm at your door!
I’m the man that the heavens cannot ignore!
I’m the inkling of hope in a valley of stone!
I’m the king of the "Almost" and "Never Alone"!
Keep the lamp in the window!
Keep the lock off the gate!
I’m coming to kill every demon of fate!
[Outro]
(Music: Massive drums stop. Shaky, ascending violin note.)
Wait...
For...
Me...
(The final sound is the "thud" of a heavy stage curtain hitting the floor.)
Takara