[Verse 1] (sung with a cool, detached tone over a steady piano melody) A spark of thought ignites the flame, The winds of change will know my name. Revolutions start with a single tide, A restless dreamer, with stars as my guide. (a pause, spoken with a smirk) But in the depths, where waters churn, Do they listen? Do they learn? [Chorus] (sung with a swelling intensity, layered with bagpipes and drums) Oh, waves of the rebel, crash and roar, Sweep away the old to make room for more! A storm of reason, a tempest of dreams, Aquarius rises on visionary streams. [Verse 2] (spoken with an air of aloof charisma, over a brooding guitar riff) You call me cold, detached, unkind, A maverick lost in the corridors of mind. But hearts are fleeting, emotions lie, I build for the future, where truth won’t die. (sung with rising energy, electric guitars join in) Blueprints of hope, etched in the sky, Progress demands that the past must die. Let rivers run and cities fall, In chaos, I see the worth of it all. [Bridge] (sung softly, eerily, with echoing strings) The stars whisper secrets, the planets turn, A cosmic rhythm, for which I yearn. But what of love? Of warmth, of pain? Do these waters quench, or drown in vain? (spoken with an air of defiance) What use is connection in a fleeting storm, When the future itself is the truest form? (instrumental solo: electric guitars and bagpipes blend into a swirling crescendo) [Chorus] (sung with triumphant energy, as drums thunder like crashing waves) Oh, waves of the rebel, crash and roar, Sweep away the old to make room for more! A storm of reason, a tempest of dreams, Aquarius rises on visionary streams. [Outro] (sung with a haunting, melancholic tone, as instruments fade to a ghostly piano) The waves recede, the storm moves on, The rebel’s voice becomes a song. A beacon shines, in the midnight hue, For those who dream of a world anew. (instrumental fade-out with eerie strings and faint bagpipes)