#SongTwister - 08: That´s Me ?

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#SONGTWISTER - a StoryTellerZ miniEvent !
Round 08:

A Random Song about Random short story made by Legend´s !

BACKGROUND MASTER:
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Story by @nasty343 <- !!
Meta-Tag´s by @noxuria <- !!      
Style Prompt by @flimmerkiste <- !!
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[@eqvirther]
[Intro: clean male voice, slow and distinct, spoken words, drums build-up, sad violin, deep hitting bassline]
(aaahaa) Knock—badge—“Professor Creed?”—the codec stamps my creed.
(ooh) Blindfold miles; seatbelt metronome pushes highway into speed.
(ooho) Door chirps; the air is crowded—copy-breath wearing my breed.
(aaahaa) “Maybe you’re the copy.” “Or you.” — two mouths answer, “indeed.”

[@malakayi]
[Verse 1: trembling male voice, pounding drums, synthesizer lead medley, ghost delay]
They lift the hood!, now I can see...
The sterile light is blinding me~
Where am I!?- Just who is he!?-
Is it some kind of mockery?
Is this real or just a fantasy?
It speaks!-, this mirrored entity~
Makes me question my identity...
As his hands choke me so fervently~

[@tsaandra]
[Pre-Chorus: whispering male voice, restrained instruments, ambient pad rise, low bass pulse, slow but steady build-up and burst into the Chorus]
Who’s the man inside the mirror?
I step closer to see things clearer…

[@tsaandra]
[Chorus: bursting male voice, horror atmosphere, intense drum and bass, building brass instruments, layered voices, echo, call and response]
Same face, same name, same history
Those eyes, they hold my memories, 
This can’t be real, it can’t be true,
I am me – but who are you?
I watch you staring back at me
Who’s Paul Creed? Is it you …
… or is it me?

[@pkay]
[Verse 2: clean male voice, pounding drums, hi-hat intensifies, synthesizer lead medley with build-up brass instruments, climatic]
They take the cloth, my vision drowned in haze
A smirk I know worn by a stranger’s face
Doubt knifes through the marrow what have they razed?
I reach, but all that’s solid shifts out of place

Questions claw where faith used to reside
Heart spasms, hope tastes burned and thin
He moves like betrayal I can’t outride
If I’m just the outline, what monster waits within?

[@germanrebell]
[Bridge: aggressive male voice, screaming, climax, burst-in instruments, intense drum and bass reaching another climax, resulting in sudden silence]
He wore my voice like stolen breath,
A mirror built to mimic death.
His eyes were mine —
but stripped of soul.
I searched for truth,
while he took control.

[@tsaandra]
[Post-Chorus: clean male voice, spoken-fry drift, full power belt, emotional surge]
This can’t be true, it can’t be real, 
And then … no air … your hand like steel …

[@eqvirther]
[Outro: robotic male voice, breath-FX stack, delayed voice, echo decay, fadeout pad]
(ooh) Clamp-hands lift my throat; the room tilts off its floor.
(aaahaa) Intercom: “Subjekt 0-4-7-8-0-0-2-4 — Familie Creed.” New core.
(ooho) One record writes forward; the other files to cold store.
(aaahaa) “Creed.” (beat) Once—then badges, monitors, a locked door.

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