[PROLOGUE] [ROXI]: (Electric guitar alone; a feedback squeal that cuts into a heavy, distorted blues riff—raw and dirty.) [INTRO] [MILFRED]: (Drum kit explodes; fast-paced punk beat with aggressive double-kick and sharp snare cracks. High energy immediately.) [JILL]: (Bass enters with massive distortion; driving, fuzzy eighth notes that anchor the chaos.) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (Aggressive piano clusters in a minor key, alternating with jagged synth stabs.) [ROXI]: (Adult female spoken voice, mature smoky Nordic timbre; shouted over the noise, mocking and defiant.) (Crowd is roaring. Roxi leans into the mic.) You want it loud? You want it fast? You think you know what this feels like? Look at 'em! Drunk on the lights, hungry for a fight! [VERSE 1] [ROXI]: (Rapid-fire rap; aggressive delivery, biting consonants, punk cadence.) The blues is a fever, a itch in the bone, A house made of glass where you’re never alone. You want the riot? I'll give you the heat! I'll drag your heart out and dance in the street! It ain't a "feeling," it's just how we breathe, The only thing real that we ever achieve! [CHORUS] [ROXI]: (Voice shifts to a gritty, melodic belt; powerful but still maintaining that smoky alto texture.) IT’S ALWAYS JUST THIS! THE BREATH IN THE LUNGS BEFORE THE WORD IS SAID! THE WAY THE SHADOW STAYS WHERE IT’S LED! NO RISING UP! NO FALLING DOWN! JUST THE RAW, DIRTY TRUTH OF BEING FOUND! [BREAK] [ROXI]: (Guitar Feature; the punk beat stays heavy but the melody becomes a screaming, weeping blues solo. Massive bends, wide vibrato, and frantic, articulate runs that feel like they're tearing through the speakers.) [JILL]: (Bass maintains the punishing, distorted pulse.) [SEPHYR-GLEN]: (Piano provides percussive, dissonant counterpoints to the guitar.) [VERSE 2] [ROXI]: (Back to a snarling rap; the energy is peaking.) Don't tell me about "saving" or "finding your way," I’m standing right here in the middle of the gray! It’s not a destination, it’s just where we stand, With a heavy heart beating in a shaking hand. You want a revolution? Here’s the real deal: The only thing honest is the way that we feel! [CHORUS] [ROXI]: (Full power; melodic and raw.) IT’S ALWAYS JUST THIS! THE BREATH IN THE LUNGS BEFORE THE WORD IS SAID! THE WAY THE SHADOW STAYS WHERE IT’S LED! NO RISING UP! NO FALLING DOWN! JUST THE RAW, DIRTY TRUTH OF BEING FOUND! [OUTRO] [LIZ]: (Harmonica enters; a wailing, distorted blues harmonica solo that mimics Roxi's guitar lines.) [ROXI]: (Spoken voice; sudden drop in volume, almost a whisper over the dying feedback.) (The music cuts to a low hum.) Oh. I see it now. It was already here. [MILFRED]: (One final, massive kick-drum hit that echoes into nothing.) [END]
