(Intro: A low, oscillating synth drone like a starship idling. A sharp, rhythmic "ping" of a radar echoes in a wide reverb. The tempo starts as a slow, deliberate heartbeat.) (Verse 1 – Chill, mysterious vibe.) Dusty shoes on the concrete trail A plastic lightsaber, battered and pale He’s scanning the oaks for a "shimmering glitch" While the joggers go by without a hitch They see a stain on a public bench They smell the sweat and the city drench But he’s checking "the dials" on a cardboard wrist Looking for "monsters" they’ve already missed. (Verse 2 – Bass kicks in. A gritty, distorted sawtooth synth starts a driving rhythm. The energy climbs.) His backpack's heavy with "paranormal gear" Crystal shards and wires to dampen the fear "Space weapons" fashioned from copper and glass To vaporize "shadows" that creep through the grass He kicks off the pavement, the scooter takes flight His "chrome-plated spacecraft" cutting through light Weaving through the bystanders like asteroids in space A "hero" ignored by the whole human race. (Chorus – Full Cinematic Explosion. Huge, soaring synth chords and heavy electronic drums.) And they say he’s lost in a broken mind He's a ghost that "the world has bigger plans for" But he’s holding the line at the edge of the dark "Protecting" the trails in a city park He isn’t homeless, he’s just untethered A celestial soul that’s a little bit weathered Too big for a ceiling, too strange for a room He’s the only thing standing ‘tween us and "the doom". (Verse 3 – Music drops to a tense, rhythmic pulse. Sounds of distant city sirens blurred by a digital filter.) He retreats to the bench, with a tactical heart The "headquarters" where he pulls the strategy apart Resting his gear on the aged stone, thinking "The Fools!" Now planning "the war" like a general should Management looms with a badge and a frown "Time to move on, son, and put the fake sword down!" But they don’t see the "breach" or the "cracks" in the sky So he packs up his scooter-craft, and he bids them goodbye. (Bridge – The music glitches and strips back to a single, haunting high-pitched note. Ethereal and lonely.) Maybe the ringing in his ears is a "frequency" That we’re all too dull to hear Maybe his "illness" is just a high-def transparency And we’re the ones living in fear. (Outro – The heavy beat returns but it’s darker, stealthier. Night-mode music.) The sun goes down and the suits go home The power is shut off, he’s left alone Under the orange of the streetlamp glow He’s back on the path where the "shadows" grow "The mission" continues when the world’s asleep A promise he’s the only one left to keep. (Fade Out – The radar ping returns, getting slower and slower. The low drone fades into wind.) Stealth mode engaged… Perimeter secured… They’re gone for now… But I’m back.
