(Intro: Heavy, rhythmic industrial riff - like a racing heartbeat) (Verse 1: The Rival's cold ghost - A rhythmic whisper) How many hundreds, how many thousands... your finger shakes upon the cold steel. I've seen your sanity fray, day by day, in this blood-stained room. Every time you call him "friend," your blade carves deeper into her soul. The bond you cherished is now the noose around her neck. So why can’t you see? There's no way out for you and me. (Verse 2: The Protagonist's descent - Focused on rhythmic repetition) "Don't make me laugh! He's the one, he's the one who betrayed me!" You say he turned his back, but look at your hands—they’re dripping red. The crimson in my eyes is the final spark of the despair he left behind. "You take that finger... You take that finger... You take that finger... You take that finger..." If blood is the only language, I'll scream it to the blackened sky. Tell me, how does it feel when the truth begins to die? (Chorus: The Heroine's shattered melody - Soaring and tragic) This is the price of your obsession, a cycle of slaughter, a cruel confession. Chained to the trauma, a broken lover's plea. You are the monster, I am the master... the shattered mirror reflects reality. Stop searching for his ghost in me, and just set me free… (Verse 3: The weight of the Key Item - Rhythmic snapping) That silver bullet, stained in filth, can never be fired again. It’s not a gift of love; it’s a curse from a heaven above. The vow you shared with your brother is now the sin that pierces her chest. The silver is tarnished, the hope has been vanished. Your possessive "justice" is the weight that drags her into the abyss. (Chorus 2: Two voices clashing - Intense syncopation) This is the price of your existence, a cycle of sorrow, a cruel resistance. Chained to the past, a hollow hero's plea. "Then, I must lead her to the 'End' right now!" "If I'm becoming the shadow, then I... to me..." (Bridge: Sudden drop - Melodic despair, subdued but intense) I tried to be the bridge for you, to heal the wounds you put her through. But the gunshot tore the silence, and her scream swallowed the night. My every choice leads to this abyss—a future lost in a bloody kiss. "Kill me... please..." You are just a shadow of the past, a love that was never meant to last. (Guitar Solo: Chaotic, frantic shredding, mimicking a mental breakdown) (Verse 4: The Final Rhythm - Staccato delivery) The friend is dead. But inside you, he’s still laughing. The ghost is dancing. The floor is shaking. The finger on the trigger is the same one choking her throat. Saying "I love you" while your eyes search for the "dead man" behind her. There is no "we." There is no "free." Only the "he" you'll always be. (Chorus 3: Grand Finale - Exploding intensity) This is the price of your obsession, a cycle of slaughter, a cruel confession. Chained to the trauma, a broken lover's plea. You are the killer, I am the phantom... the end of love drowning in blood. Stop fighting the reflection, and let the darkness be… (Outro: Fading into a single, metallic bass note and rain noise) How many hundreds, how many thousands... you pull the trigger. No escape… Just the same… Crimson reflection… The room is empty. The monster is me. [End]
