↩️&Crow

[Intro - Spoken, whispered, tired, theatrical] Three red cars... four white clouds... and that same rusted sign. I've been here before. I'll be here again. Let's dance. [Chorus - Shouted, aggressive waltz, rolled R's, full orchestra] One more round! And twirl again! This road returnes me to the begin! I ran away, but I'm right here! This roundabout is my real fear! Plié! Revolt! Oh what a ruse! The arrow roars: "You lose, you cruise!" I don't know right, I don't know left— But this rhythm rips my chest! [Verse 1 - Whispered, sleepy, soft harp arpeggios, drowsy] I rose at dawn, I raced the light— A rusty sign said: "Turn right, flight!" But right was wrong and left was lost. Now I'm rapping at this rotten post. The same old route, the same old road— I swear I rode this round before I rode. A raven's reflection, rough and raw, Ripping through this revolving door... [Bridge - Spoken, dramatic pause, voice cracking with emotion] That red car... I've seen it three times. That cloud... it looks like fried rice. Maybe the sign is not a lie... Maybe it just wants me to try... Backwards! And in circles! And with a cry! [Chorus - Faster tempo, desperate, clashing instruments, panic] One more round! And rotate again! This road returnes my brain to pain! I tried to run, I tried to rest— But the arrow rules this rhythm test! Rondé! Revolt! What a car crash! This sign should turn to rubble and ash! 'Cause I'm wounded by this ring— A crow who can't remember anything! [Verse 2 - Growled vocals, broken dissonant piano, angry] I asked a rabbit for a ride— He ran and left me with my pride. I asked a raccoon, he just shrugged, Then ran away and called me "rug." So now I revolve alone and rough— A feathered fool, but that's enough. The arrow rages: "Turn around!" So I rotate... and rotate... and drown... [Chorus - Epic, all instruments fighting, maximal intensity, cathartic] One last round! And one last reel! This road will never let me heal! But if I'm lost, then let me be— A crow who rhymes eternally! Rond de jambe! Revolt! Oh what a roar! The arrow rants: "No more, no more!" So I bow and I roar: "Fine!" I'll rotate until the end of time! [Outro - Quiet solo violin, single haunting note, defeated but graceful, spoken] Alright... alright... You rotten, rusty, ridiculous arrow. I'll stay here. But I'll rhyme better than your round shape. And rotate. [Final Whisper - Fading, distant, reverb] ...one more round...