Chamber of Lost Songs II, The Shot That Echoes (Reprise)

(Outro) "You hear that?" "Yeah, I hear it. You feel it too?" "It’s not just a song, man. It’s the past in the wires." "That’s the sound you can’t forget." (Gunshot) [Intro] I was holding the gun. But I don’t remember lifting it. Or why my hand was shaking. Or whose name I couldn’t say. [Verse 1] The room was made of echoes and glass, A page that hummed when I walked past. I heard a voice — not present, but near, Like a name someone says when no one can hear. I turned. Jo stood in the corner of light. Not afraid. Not armed. Just… waiting. Like she knew the end had already begun. [Pre-Chorus] I didn’t mean to pull the thread. But stories bleed when left unread. [Chorus] One shot — and the song came down. A mirror broke in a different town. Geneviève stopped, mid-hum, mid-breath— And something older touched near-death. One shot — but it wasn’t rage. It felt like turning the wrong page. A line collapsed, the vines withdrew. And time forgot what it once knew. [Verse 2] I saw Selene — in the glass, maybe? Or Carole, but younger, or someone between. I thought the shot would end the loop. Instead, it made the silence speak. The Room of Lost Songs sang back. Not words. Just a harmonic crack. And Xeno, far away, sat still— Then sang a note I never willed. [Bridge] Did I aim? Or did it aim through me? Was it choice? Or was I written that way? [Final Chorus] One shot — and the past unstitched. A melody glitched where logic twitched. The crown dimmed low. The walls looked through. And every world… remembered too. [Instrumental] [Final Chorus repeat] One shot — and the past unstitched. A melody glitched where logic twitched. The crown dimmed low. The walls looked through. And every world… remembered too. [Outro – sound of a gun being set gently down, heartbeat returns, then silence]