[Opening — wind pressure, guitar harmonics bending out of tune - instrumental] The birds abandoned the wire. Even the sea held its breath. Above the rooftops, the sky sharpened its teeth. [Verse I — clipped, urgent] Plastic saints spin in the gutters, streetlights bow without a prayer. The air wears a thousand voices, none of them belong to us. Arashi no me, a blue wound turning. I taste the metal in the rain before the windows learn to fly. [Hook — shouted, then immediate blast-beat entry] DON’T LOOK UP— THE SKY IS COMING DOWN! [Chorus — wide, chant-ready] EYE OF THE GALE! Strip the skin from the street! EYE OF THE GALE! Put the city on its knees! Carry my fear through the broken glass, throw my name into the spinning black. EYE OF THE GALE! I won’t kneel to the wind! [Verse II — alternating high/low vocals] A roof becomes a migrating animal, a door becomes a weapon in flight. Every room I ever trusted turns its face into the night. Kaze wa kotaenai, the wind gives no answer. It only enters through the cracks and rearranges what I am. [Breakdown — sparse, stomping] No wall. No lock. No anchor in the flood of air. Take the roof. Take the road. You will not take what brought me here. [Final Chorus — faster, layered gang return] EYE OF THE GALE! Strip the skin from the street! EYE OF THE GALE! Put the city on its knees! Carry my fear through the broken glass, throw my name into the spinning black. EYE OF THE GALE! I won’t kneel— I won’t kneel to the wind! [Exit — instruments abruptly cut; wind alone] Arashi no me. The silence has a center.
