[Intro] [Soft, atmospheric synthesizer pads start] [Acoustic guitar plucking gently, 120 BPM] [Female Vocals, mature, calm and thoughtful] We used to shake it off... But the dust always settles. Yeah. [Verse 1] [Slow heartbeat drum pulse, clean bassline] The glitter faded from the stadium floor The papers stopped writing at my front door For a minute I thought that the circus was dead But they just built a new arena inside of my head Ten years of running, ten years on the stage I’m no longer the girl on that colorful page. [Pre-Chorus] [Electronic drums get heavier, strings building up] They still count my steps, they still look for a crack Waiting for the queen to trip on the track But I don't get angry, I don't even cry I just look at the cameras and wave them goodbye. [Chorus] [Explosive, cinematic synth-pop hook, powerful but mature] I survived the stadium, I survived the noise I grew out of the games with the broken boys Now the players can play till their voices go hoarse And the haters can try to alter my course But I’m not just shaking, I’m clearing the slate Brushing the dust off the crown at the gate Yeah, I dust it off... Dust it off. [Verse 2] [Triving synth bass, faster hi-hat rhythm] My old enemies are rewriting their names Trying to invite me back to their games But my phone is on silent, my circle is small I built up a castle out of every stone wall You can call me a poet, or call me a ghost But I’m the one holding the champagne toast. [Pre-Chorus] [Electronic drums get heavier, strings building up] They still count my steps, they still look for a crack Waiting for the queen to trip on the track But I don't get angry, I don't even cry I just look at the cameras and wave them goodbye. [Chorus] [Explosive, cinematic synth-pop hook, full energy] I survived the stadium, I survived the noise I grew out of the games with the broken boys Now the players can play till their voices go hoarse And the haters can try to alter my course But I’m not just shaking, I’m clearing the slate Brushing the dust off the crown at the gate Yeah, I dust it off. [Bridge] [Beat drops out completely, just a dark, echoing piano chord] [Vocals raw, intimate and spoken-word poetry style] They wanted a tragedy, they wanted a fall. But I just stepped back and outgrew it all. No more cheerleader skirts, no more fitting the mold... [Heavy snare drum build-up starts, rushing in] This story is mine, and it's time to unfold! Three! Two! One! Let the bass ride! [Synth Solo] [Beautiful, soaring modern synthesizer melody, emotional and grand] [Chorus] [Maximum massive energy, backing choir harmony layers] I survived the stadium, I survived the noise I grew out of the games with the broken boys Now the players can play till their voices go hoarse And the haters can try to alter my course But I’m not just shaking, I’m clearing the slate Brushing the dust off the crown at the gate Yeah, I dust it off! [Outro] [Music starts to fade, acoustic guitar takes over from the synths] [Vocals soft and whispering] Just dust it off... The storm is gone. [Sound Effect: Wind blowing softly] [Final gentle piano note] [End]
