[Intro] [ominous soft bass, one low pulse under a locked door] [detuned 8-bit tick, dry paper tag, choir on a cracked vowel] [Choir, hummed, not pretty] Ah—ah—ah— the wish has teeth. [Verse 1] [sung, low, almost spoken, horror hush] The sky went still without a star The mountain held its breath A small gold tag said write it down And wake me out of death I followed quiet through the seven days I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the slumber laugh I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus] [sung, rising but never bright] Don’t bless the tag that finds you Don’t praise the star that waits It only loves the living want Still folding in your chest [Chorus] [lead + cold choir, soft bass stays ugly and round] Jirachi, Jirachi Saint of the wishing mile You wear a promise like a shroud And smile a buried smile Jirachi, Jirachi Mercy made of ink You teach the lost to write it down Then keep the name they think [Verse 2] They find them kneeling in the glow With ribbons in their hands Their mouths still shaped around a wish The comet understands A century can close a wound This circle will not wake A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Behind a tag you cannot take [Pre-Chorus] Don’t look too long into the script Three wishes, one long rest If you can read your own last want You’re already the guest [Chorus] [bigger, still minor, no triumph] Jirachi, Jirachi Black chapel under gold You fold a body into sleep And wear it while you hold Jirachi, Jirachi Hope learned a tune You leave the mountain quieter And hungrier too soon [Verse 3] [quieter, bass almost alone] It doesn’t hunt along the ground It hunts the need to ask It waits until you spend the week Then closes like a cask Doom Desire: a kindness first A gift that learns to fall It drinks the wish before the flesh And files you with the call [Bridge] [spoken, dry, over one held bass note] Jirachi is not a blessing. It is a thousand-year saint putting on a week the way a wound puts on a wish and calling the sleep holy. You do not wake it. You sign. The tag keeps both copies. [Drop] [no drop-kick, no sparkle — bass + cracked choir only] Wish. Wish. Wish. Rest. Open the tag. Spend the seven. Leave a you the comet already named. [Final Chorus] [unresolved, do not go major] Jirachi, Jirachi Saint of the wishing mile You wear a promise like a shroud And smile a buried smile Jirachi, Jirachi Say it if you dare The tag bows down. The star looks down. It already knows you’re there. [Outro] [bass dies last, one sour tick] [Lead] If the night begins to carry A voice you almost know— [Choir] Don’t write it. It already did.
