[Intro — Music Box, Whispered Female Vocals] Veloria, veloria, Somnia, lunaphoria... Welcome, welcome, little soul, Pay your heart to cross the toll. Leave your sorrows at the door, You won't need them anymore. (La la la, veloria...) [Verse 1 — Playful, Accelerating] Tiptoe through the Euphoria, Dancing into Dysphoria. Porcelain angels with mechanical eyes, Selling little pieces of paradise. Lullabies of synthetic grace, Stitched a smile upon my face. One, two, three, remember to breathe! Four, five, six, forget how to grieve! [Pre-Chorus — Piano Accelerando] Hush now, hush now, don't complain, Sunshine dripping from the drain. Tick-tock, tick-tock, darling, don't cry, Even the clocks have forgotten why! (Seraphina... Somnethesia...) [Chorus — Explosive Orchestral Rock] Gloria! Gloria! Something's wrong with Euphoria! Sing for the heavens, kneel for the sun, Count all the blessings until you're numb! Oh, Paradisia! Sweet Amnesia! Paint all our suffering gold! Miseracanta! Lunaphoria! Tell me what happiness sold! [Post-Chorus — Playful, Glitching Choir] Lala-lunaria! Mira-miseria! Sola, sola, somnethesia! (La la la la la!) [Verse 2 — Rapid-Fire, Glitching Vocals] Photosynthetic hysteria, Manufactured criteria! Serotonin, dopamine, Feed the little happiness machine! Artificial sympathy, Compulsory serenity! Every tear is classified, Every scream is beautified! (La la la la la!) [Pre-Chorus — Increasingly Unstable] Blessed are the ones who sleep, Blessed are the ones who weep. Blessed are the ones who never ask, What's underneath the smiling mask? (Veloria... veloria...) [Chorus — Frantic, Distorted] Gloria! Gloria! Welcome to our Dysphoria! Kiss all the wounds, swallow the pain, Nothing is broken if nothing remains! Oh, Paradisia! Sweet Amnesia! Your golden heavens unfold! Miseracanta! Lunaphoria! How many souls have you sold?! [Bridge — Sudden Silence, Intimate Whisper] If nobody suffers... Why do I hear crying? If everyone is happy... Why am I still trying? (Ah...) Perhaps the world is beautiful. Perhaps the world is cruel. Perhaps the greatest tragedy... Is thinking we must choose. [Interlude — Ethereal Choir, Distorted Music Box] Somnia... veloria... Miseracanta... lunaphoria... Sola mi, sola va, Neravelle, somnara... (AAAAAAAHHHHH...) [Breakdown — Chaotic Breakcore, Screamed Vocals] BREAK THE CLOCK! TEAR THE SKY! LET THE PERFECT ANGELS CRY! I DON'T WANT YOUR PARADISE! I WANT THE TRUTH BEHIND YOUR LIES! HAHAHAHA! [Final Chorus — Full Orchestra, Choir, Distorted Guitar] Gloria! Gloria! Farewell, manufactured Euphoria! Let every broken voice resound, Let all your golden heavens come down! Oh, Paradisia! Sweet Amnesia! Watch your perfect kingdom fall! Oh, Humanitas! Oh, Absurdia! I'd rather feel it all! [Outro — Music Box Returns] Veloria... veloria... Somnia... lunaphoria... Welcome, welcome, little soul, You were never meant to be whole. (La la la, la la la...) But broken things can still be free. And that's enough... For me.
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