The Price of One Shot (Cover)

[Intro – Whispered Piano + Atmospheric Strings] [Voz tenue, con eco:] I never meant to pull the trigger… But silence begged for fire… --- [Ballad – Voz suave, piano y cuerdas suaves] I saw his face in the mirror of fear, My hand was trembling, but the shot rang clear. It wasn’t rage, it wasn’t pride— Just a whisper that said: “Let him die.” I ran through the shadows, drenched in red, My footsteps silent, but loud in my head. They say justice is blind, but I know— I killed more than a man with that blow. --- [Operatic Section – Voces corales teatrales, cambio de tono] [Coro:] Why did you shoot? – Was it hate? – Was it fear? Did you think the night would never hear? Now your soul is torn apart! You can’t outrun your own dark heart! [Solista dramático:] Oh Mama, I see his eyes in mine! The mirror cracks each cursed time. No priest, no law, no holy word, Can cleanse the sound that I once heard! --- [Rock Section – Guitarras eléctricas, ritmo más agresivo] [Voz desgarrada:] I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, This guilt wraps chains around my teeth. The sirens cry inside my head, I’m still alive, but I’m half-dead. They call it justice, call it fate, But I’m just drowning in self-hate. No hero here, no final twist— Just a fool with blood on his fist. --- [Bridge – guitarra épica + voz melódica desgarrada] [Voz melódica:] I see his face in every flame, His name carved deep in my shame. I pay each day with broken skin, The price of one shot deep within... --- [Outro – lento, suave, como un réquiem] [Piano y voz muy suave, como susurrando el final de una confesión:] I never meant to be the one… To trade the night… for a smoking gun. Forgive me, Father… …for what can’t be undone. [Bridge – guitarra épica + voz melódica desgarrada] [Coro final:] I see his face in every flame, His name carved deep in my shame. I pay each day with broken skin, The price of one shot deep within... [Bridge – guitarra épica distorsion desgarrada] [Outro – lento, suave, como un réquiem] [Piano y voz muy suave, como susurrando el final de una confesión:] I never meant to be the one… To trade the night… for a smoking gun. Forgive me, Father… …for what can’t be undone. [Piano y voz muy suave, como susurrando el final de una confesión:] I never meant to be the one… To trade the night… for a smoking gun. Forgive me, Father… …for what can’t be undone.