The World Isn't Finished

[Intro — Metallic ticking, grinding gears, heavy bass pulse] [Spoken — playful female] They say the world's broken. They say there's nothing left to do. [Wrench strikes steel] Well... have they tried fixing it? [Industrial drums slam into driving guitar riff] [Verse 1 — Confident, rhythmic female singing] They built a world of iron dreams, Left broken clocks and silent machines. They called it finished, called it done, But I can see a thousand suns! A little rust, a little flame, A crooked bolt, an untold name. You see a wreck, I see a start, A second chance, a beating heart! [Pre-Chorus — Rising accordion and brass] Turn the crank! Strike the steel! Give those broken wheels a feel! They say no! We say try! There's a million ways to reach the sky! [Chorus — Powerful, driving, anthemic] THE WORLD ISN'T FINISHED! AND NEITHER ARE WE! THERE'S A THOUSAND POSSIBILITIES IN EVERYTHING WE SEE! RAISE YOUR WRENCHES! LET THE ENGINES ROAR! WE WON'T LEAVE THE WORLD IN PIECES LIKE THEY LEFT IT BEFORE! HEY! HEY! LET THE SPARKS FLY! BUILD A BETTER ROAD ACROSS THE SKY! WHAT IF? WHAT IF? COME ON, LET'S BEGIN! TURN THAT WHAT IF INTO WHAT IS! [Verse 2 — Swaggering industrial folk-rock] Don't need a crown, don't need a throne, I'll build a place to call my own! Don't need permission, don't need praise, Just give me tools and brighter days! And if I fall, I'll learn the ground, Find out why the wheels stopped round. A failure's not the end of me, It's one more thing I've learned to see! [Pre-Chorus — Heavy stomps, call and response] Can we fix it? (MAYBE SO!) Will we try it? (HERE WE GO!) Is it perfect? (NOT A CHANCE!) Then give those rusty gears a dance! [Chorus — Full band] THE WORLD ISN'T FINISHED! AND NEITHER ARE WE! THERE'S A THOUSAND POSSIBILITIES IN EVERYTHING WE SEE! RAISE YOUR WRENCHES! LET THE ENGINES ROAR! WE WON'T LEAVE THE WORLD IN PIECES LIKE THEY LEFT IT BEFORE! HEY! HEY! LET THE SPARKS FLY! BUILD A BETTER ROAD ACROSS THE SKY! WHAT IF? WHAT IF? COME ON, LET'S BEGIN! TURN THAT WHAT IF INTO WHAT IS! [Bridge — Warm, sincere vocal, bass and piano] Some things break beyond repair, Some hearts need someone just to care. Not every wound can disappear, Not every loss will end in cheer. But hope's a thing we choose to do, A hand held out, a promise true. And if I cannot mend your pain, I'll sit beside you in the rain. [Build — Single piston beat, rising strings] No king can tell us what to dream, No master owns tomorrow's scheme. But power's just a tool we hold— It's what we build that makes us bold! [Breakdown — Heavy industrial stomp, crowd responses] QUESTION THE IMPOSSIBLE! (HEY!) BUILD MORE THAN YOU BREAK! (HEY!) KNOW WHEN TO TURN THE WRENCH— AND WHEN TO GIVE A FRIEND A BREAK! LEARN IT! (BUILD IT!) BREAK IT? (MEND IT!) SHARE IT! (CHANGE IT!) NEVER SAY WE'VE ENDED! [Final Chorus — Soaring female lead, massive crowd harmonies] THE WORLD ISN'T FINISHED! AND NEITHER ARE WE! THERE'S A THOUSAND POSSIBILITIES IN EVERYTHING WE SEE! RAISE YOUR WRENCHES! LET THE ENGINES ROAR! WE DON'T NEED A PERFECT WORLD TO MAKE IT WORTH FIGHTING FOR! HEY! HEY! LET THE SPARKS FLY! BUILD A BETTER ROAD ACROSS THE SKY! WHAT IF? WHAT IF? THIS IS HOW WE LIVE! TURN THAT WHAT IF INTO WHAT IS! [Outro — Brass and accordion riff, mechanical beat] [Chanted] WHAT IF? (WHAT IS!) WHAT IF? (WHAT IS!) FIDGETPUNK! FIDGETPUNK! WE'RE NOT FINISHED YET! [Music stops] [Spoken — Fidget, mischievously] And if it doesn't work... [Click, small explosion] ...we learned something! [Final guitar chord and delighted laughter]