(Intro) [Instrumental: Low strings tremble; a distant choir hums. Timpani roll swells. Guitars and full orchestra crash in with a dark, majestic chord progression.] (Verse 1) [Vocal: Deep, controlled, intense] I see you drifting through your days, half-awake and half-asleep, Clinging to the stories that they sold you cheap. The cracks are in the surface, but you paint them white, You call it “staying positive,” I call it losing sight. I’ve raised my voice a thousand times, torn my throat for you, But comfort is a drug that makes you swear it isn’t true. Now thunder’s on the horizon, and you still hum along, Dancing on the fault line to your favorite little song. (Pre-Chorus) [Vocal: Rising urgency] This is the last time I can shout across the wall, Before the ceiling caves and buries us all. (Chorus) [Vocal: Powerful, soaring, choir joins] This is the final wake-up call before the sky caves in, The storm is not tomorrow, it has already begun. You laugh away the warning, call me broken, call me mad, But soon you’ll see the price for all the chances that you had. Final wake-up call, I’m screaming through the noise, For all the blinded faces, all the silent, stolen joys. (Verse 2) [Vocal: Sharper, bitter sorrow] Do you recall the tiny signs that you chose to ignore? The rules that kept on changing, “just a little more”? The neighbors turned informants, truth turned into crime, You said, “It’s only temporary, we’ll be fine in time.” Now structures start to buckle, the masks begin to slip, The hand that used to “protect” tightens up its grip. I reach for you one last time, but you slap away my hand, Hold on to your illusion like it’s all that you have planned. (Instrumental Interlude) [Instrumental: Fast, dramatic string run; guitars play a driving riff; drums with double-time feel for a few bars, then back to mid-tempo.] (Bridge) [Vocal: Low, almost growled, then rising to a roar] I cannot drag you out if you refuse to move your feet, I cannot save a world that’s begging for retreat. But before the curtain falls and all the lights go black, I’ll carve these words in stone so history looks back: You had your chance. You turned away. You chose the cage. You chose decay. (Chorus) [Vocal: Maximum intensity, full choir, huge arrangement] This is the final wake-up call before the sky caves in, The storm is not tomorrow, it has already begun. You laugh away the warning, call me broken, call me mad, But soon you’ll see the price for all the chances that you had. Final wake-up call, I’m screaming through the noise, For all the blinded faces, all the silent, stolen joys. (Outro) [Instrumental: Orchestra and guitars build to a massive climax, then suddenly cut, leaving a lone piano.] [Vocal: Barely above a whisper] If you don’t wake now… there may be… no dawn.
