This Is Not A Coda (Remastered)

(Verse 1) They thought they'd silenced my crescendo, Cut my opus in its prime. But a fugue cannot be finished, While the notes still churn in time. You slipped through my dissonance, A single chord unresolved. But tonight, I'll find your melody, And end this score absolved. (Pre-Chorus) Your footsteps are a metronome, Leading me back to you. Each rest is a heartbeat, Each whisper a cue. (Chorus) This is not a coda, No final bar tonight. The symphony continues, And darkness claims the light. You thought you'd heard the ending, But I’ll rewrite the refrain. This is not a coda, Your silence is my gain. (Verse 2) Your life’s a theme I’ll diminish, A diminuendo to erase. Every alley is an arpeggio, A scale I chase in haste. I’m the maestro in the shadows, Conducting fate’s cruel strings. Your screams will be the climax, When the final bell toll rings. (Pre-Chorus) Your breath is a ritardando, Slowing to meet despair. Each gasp, a staccato, Echoes through the air. (Chorus) This is not a coda, No final bar tonight. The symphony continues, And darkness claims the light. You thought you'd heard the ending, But I’ll rewrite the refrain. This is not a coda, Your silence is my gain. (Bridge) Your escape was a syncopation, A pause between the beats. But I’ve rehearsed this confrontation, The night our rhythms meet. I’ll modulate to vengeance, Shift keys into despair. Each movement leads me closer, Till the ending hangs midair. (Chorus) This is not a coda, No final bar tonight. The symphony continues, And darkness claims the light. You thought you'd heard the ending, But I’ll rewrite the refrain. This is not a coda, Your silence is my gain. (Outro) And as your pulse decrescendos, The score at last is whole. No encore for the living, No reprise for the soul. The curtain falls in darkness, The finale’s cruel embrace. This is your coda— The silence you’ll face.