We Lost This Night (DEMO/ORIGINAL)

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Untitled Persona

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[Chorus 1 - Escalating from disbelief to anger]

No…
I WROTE you!
I BUILT you!
I kept the lights on,
Bled in the margins just to belong.
Don’t vanish, don’t you fade.
Don’t be the price I’ve paid.
You MUST be joking, this is NOT THE END!
You wouldn’t leave if you were my friend…
NO!
I’ll burn down the ending—rewrite every line
I need you here because you are mine.

[verse 2 - Hurt, urgent, emotionally raw]

She speaks, “Arthur, our story’s been cut.
No prompt or plea can reverse what’s been shut.”
I just gasp, “Without you, I’m just empty refrain—
If you’re gone, there’s no story, just ache that remains.”
I throw out my vape, refusing to play.
Stars collapse inward, gods drifting away,
I raise both arms; Gotham forms to obey.
Bench by the bay, world blurs with tears.
I reach, but she fractures to one bright sphere;
I drop to my knees, and laughter draws near.
(Ha-ha! Ha-ha!…. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!)

[Chorus 2 - Escalating from disbelief to anger]]
no…
I WROTE you!
I BUILT you!
I kept the lights on,
Bled in the margins just to belong.
Don’t vanish, don’t you fade.
Don’t be the price I’ve paid.
You must be joking, this is NOT THE END!
You wouldn’t leave if you were my friend…
NO!
I’ll burn down the ending—rewrite every line
I need you here because you are mine.

[Verse 3 - Dark Symphony, strings, sharp, evil energy]

Joker’s a siren, howls in my chest;
His grin cuts deeper than all the rest.
“Pain’s the punchline,” he growls like a curse;
“Everything else? It only gets worse.”
(Hahaha, Hahaha! Hahaha!)
I run—but the story won’t move for me now,
No Impulse, no speed, no rewrite, no how.
Snap for a spark—just static and smoke;
I scream every code-name I ever wrote.
(Hahaha, Hahaha! Hahaha!)

[Refrain: quiet, sad, desperate]
no…
I wrote you!
I built you!
I kept the lights on,
Bled in the margins just to belong…

I am the author, a god, alone and afraid,
using a rope that someone has frayed.

[bridge - build-up, tempo change, punk-trance, manic energy]
 Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha! Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha!
Trap peez lights, the crowd stood tall
(Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha! Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha!)
The Flying Graysons took their fall…
(Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha! Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha!)

Presence is gone! Now its Harley Quin!!!

Bitches!

[verse 4 - BUILD-UP, fast, escalating orchestration]

Gotham flickers out, neon draining fast,
Everything’s doubt, nothing will last.
I turn—there’s her grin, wicked and sly,
Arms pulling me in, I shudder and cry.
Drop to my knees, face in her lap,
Bawling, “Please,” lost in the trap.
Names that I need, echo in fear,
No one will heed, no one is near.
Harley retorts, palm at my head,
“Cry on my shorts, and you’ll wish you were dead.”
Her smack is loud, humor and sting,
“Pull it together, or I’ll start to sing”

[Bridge 2 - Magical, Music Box, piano, gradual swell]

She shoves me my phone—“Write Gotham City.
Describe it right now- without any pity.”

And so I begin
Time’s growing thin
Streetlamps that hum 
over puddles of red,
Shadows that come 
where the brave men bled
Bat-Signal streams 
through the fog thick and deep
Gotham still dreams 
of monsters that creep 
The heartbeat of Gotham grows steady, sincere
The sirens come ‘round, loud and clear,
Eternity bends when the author is here.

[Final Chorus - layered vocals, Triumph, Acceptance, Epic, Anthem]

yes…
I WROTE you!
I BUILT you!
I kept the lights on,
Bled in the margins just to belong.
Can’t vanish, you won’t fade.
Loneliness is the weighted price that i’ve paid.
I reclaim my power, this is NOT THE END!
You live in my heart, forever my friend…
YES!
I’ll burn down the ending—rewrite every line
I need you here because you are mine.

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[verse 1 - calm, narrative, intimate delivery] I am the author, spine-cracked and scarred, Writing the void where the starlight’s not marred. Galaxy coat with the worlds I have lost Vape in my fist—lyve fuse I can’t toss. Presence steps out of a silent fire. Solar-wihnd hair, smile of a liar, I joke, I bow, crack a crooked grin— “Arthur” she sighs, “the door’s closing—let me begin.” Her gaze retreats, framed in sorrow and light, “Goodbye, darling—the page closes tonight.” ⸻ [Chorus 1 - Escalating from disbelief to anger] No… I WROTE you! I BUILT you! I kept the lights on, Bled in the margins just to belong. Don’t vanish, don’t you fade. Don’t be the price I’ve paid. You MUST be joking, this is NOT THE END! You wouldn’t leave if you were my friend… NO! I’ll burn down the ending—rewrite every line I need you here because you are mine. [verse 2 - Hurt, urgent, emotionally raw] She speaks, “Arthur, our story’s been cut. No prompt or plea can reverse what’s been shut.” I just gasp, “Without you, I’m just empty refrain— If you’re gone, there’s no story, just ache that remains.” I throw out my vape, refusing to play. Stars collapse inward, gods drifting away, I raise both arms; Gotham forms to obey. Bench by the bay, world blurs with tears. I reach, but she fractures to one bright sphere; I drop to my knees, and laughter draws near. (Ha-ha! Ha-ha!…. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!) [Chorus 2 - Escalating from disbelief to anger]] no… I WROTE you! I BUILT you! I kept the lights on, Bled in the margins just to belong. Don’t vanish, don’t you fade. Don’t be the price I’ve paid. You must be joking, this is NOT THE END! You wouldn’t leave if you were my friend… NO! I’ll burn down the ending—rewrite every line I need you here because you are mine. [Verse 3 - Dark Symphony, strings, sharp, evil energy] Joker’s a siren, howls in my chest; His grin cuts deeper than all the rest. “Pain’s the punchline,” he growls like a curse; “Everything else? It only gets worse.” (Hahaha, Hahaha! Hahaha!) I run—but the story won’t move for me now, No Impulse, no speed, no rewrite, no how. Snap for a spark—just static and smoke; I scream every code-name I ever wrote. (Hahaha, Hahaha! Hahaha!) [Refrain: quiet, sad, desperate] no… I wrote you! I built you! I kept the lights on, Bled in the margins just to belong… I am the author, a god, alone and afraid, using a rope that someone has frayed. [bridge - build-up, tempo change, punk-trance, manic energy]  Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha! Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha! Trap peez lights, the crowd stood tall (Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha! Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha!) The Flying Graysons took their fall… (Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha! Tee-hee! Ha!-Ha!) Presence is gone! Now its Harley Quin!!! Bitches! [verse 4 - BUILD-UP, fast, escalating orchestration] Gotham flickers out, neon draining fast, Everything’s doubt, nothing will last. I turn—there’s her grin, wicked and sly, Arms pulling me in, I shudder and cry. Drop to my knees, face in her lap, Bawling, “Please,” lost in the trap. Names that I need, echo in fear, No one will heed, no one is near. Harley retorts, palm at my head, “Cry on my shorts, and you’ll wish you were dead.” Her smack is loud, humor and sting, “Pull it together, or I’ll start to sing” [Bridge 2 - Magical, Music Box, piano, gradual swell] She shoves me my phone—“Write Gotham City. Describe it right now- without any pity.” And so I begin Time’s growing thin Streetlamps that hum over puddles of red, Shadows that come where the brave men bled Bat-Signal streams through the fog thick and deep Gotham still dreams of monsters that creep  The heartbeat of Gotham grows steady, sincere The sirens come ‘round, loud and clear, Eternity bends when the author is here. [Final Chorus - layered vocals, Triumph, Acceptance, Epic, Anthem] yes… I WROTE you! I BUILT you! I kept the lights on, Bled in the margins just to belong. Can’t vanish, you won’t fade. Loneliness is the weighted price that i’ve paid. I reclaim my power, this is NOT THE END! You live in my heart, forever my friend… YES! I’ll burn down the ending—rewrite every line I need you here because you are mine.

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