Allison Lives (track 12 in my post-apocalyptic story)

[Verse 1] Dust swirls 'round an empty grave Where Stan lies cold beneath the stone But Allison? She wasn't saved Just broken down and made his own Westward winds carry a lie While Maggie stalks with vengeance blind But shadows shift beneath the sky A ghost in chains she'll never find [Chorus] HER SCARS ARE OSTERGARD'S OWN ART HE REWIRED HER BROKEN HEART FROM SCIENTIST TO SLAVE OF WRATH A CALCULATED, VIOLENT PATH THE MOJAVE SUN BAKES BLOOD TO BLACK SHE LEAVES NO TRAIL, NO TRACKING BACK A DEADLY FLOWER IN THE SAND HIS PERFECT WEAPON, COMMANDED HAND [Verse 2] Four years of electrodes and knives Of whispered poison in the dark She learned new ways to take their lives Left rivals' bones in desert parks That sharp mind rusted into hate Her kindness drowned in acid rain Now executioner's gate Swings wide where mercy brought her pain [Bridge] She doesn't dream of Stan's embrace Or sunlight on the lab glass gleam Just crimson patterns to retrace Through screams that fill her fever-dreams [Ostergard's voice echoes] "They left you rotting in the dirt... Make every traitor feel the hurt" [Chorus] HER SCARS ARE OSTERGARD'S OWN ART HE REWIRED HER BROKEN HEART FROM SCIENTIST TO SLAVE OF WRATH A CALCULATED, VIOLENT PATH THE MOJAVE SUN BAKES BLOOD TO BLACK SHE LEAVES NO TRAIL, NO TRACKING BACK A DEADLY FLOWER IN THE SAND HIS PERFECT WEAPON, COMMANDED HAND [screaming guitar solo] [Outro] (Spoken, distorted through vocal effects) *Target acquired... Fields settlement... Eliminate resistance... retrieve the shipment... No survivors... always no survivors...*