(I really wanted to write a villain's gloating song. It's not perfect, but this turned out wayyy better than my first couple of attempts XD So aside from me misspelling "monologuing," the fact that it's a little too fast, the intro being odd, AND the outro being a heck of a lot less subtle than I intended ((that was a lot XD)), I think I kinda like this one :D) [Intro- Spoken.] [Beeping heart monitor sound effect] Well, hero, [Evil/dark laugh] It took you long enough. [Verse 1- Start off slow] I suppose it's but a matter of time. Finally, you'll join the rest of the grime. With you gone, this city is mine! Honestly, you were never worth more than a dime. [Emphasis on this line] Just the final victim of my perfect crime. [Pre Chorus- getting faster] I almost can't believe that things really are as they seem! At last, I get to scream! "This is no imaginary dream!" [Chorus] This time, I'll really hear the flatline! (It was always the finish line!) The second I do, that's my sign! I'll know I've actually won! I'll see your time is done! [Verse 2- Cruel, excited, maniacal, bitter, insane] It's taken you quite a while. But your eleventh hour is passed. Now I'm free to live life MY style! (But what is that, funny you ask.) Well, though you'd scream "It's vile," I will ensure the rest of your friends also breathe their last. [Pre Chorus] I almost can't believe that things really are as they seem! At last, I get to scream! [Beatdrop] "This is no imaginary dream!" [Chorus- Energy peak, loud] This time, I'll really hear the flatline! (It was always the finish line!) The second I do, that's my sign! (I'll really hear the flatline!) I'll know I've actually won! (It was always the finish line!) I'll see your time is done! (I'll really hear the flatline!) [Evil cackling] [Verse 3- Slowing down, carelessly, an afterthought] But then again, why am I bothering? Why am I even talking? I know it's my guilty pleasure: monologing. But I doubt you're even listening. That coma of yours, it's a bit sickening. To be perfectly blunt... I think I'll miss our bickering. [Bridge- Very quiet, whispering, hesitant, uncertain, reluctant, vulnerable] And some part of me almost regrets this. Some piece of me nearly resists. But I'd never ask forgiveness. After all, I've got no morals, only an abyss. Remorse is much more than my dark heart permits. [A little grimly, louder, half-spoken] (Well. I'd better get this on with.) [Pre Chorus- Shaky, singer is trying to convince himself] I almost can't believe that things really are as they seem! At last, I get to scream. [Half-hearted] "This is no imaginary dream." [Chorus- Loses intensity, grim, apathetic] This time, I'll really hear the flatline. (It was always the finish line.) The second I do, that's my sign. (I'll really hear the flatline.) I'll know I've actually won. (It was always the finish line.) I'll see your time is done. (I'll really hear the flatline.) [Outro- Very quiet, few instruments, spoken, muffled, distant] (This is what I wanted, right? This was always the end of my scheme.) (...I guess I just never thought it'd be this extreme.) This was always the finish line. [Flatline noise] [Horrifed] I'm really hearing the flatline.