song 1 beta 2
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song 1 beta 2
v4
@MATIAS
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(Verse 1 - Doctor - professional male vocals)
Doc: (Pointing to the monitor)
Look at the scan—the rivers are turning to stone.
Coronary walls built of fat and of bone.
It’s Atherosclerosis, a silent, oily flood,
Ischemia is starving the flow of your blood.
(Looking at the Father)
Arteries blocked—ninety percent of the way.
This is the final bill for the life you led astray.
If nothing is changed, if this course is kept straight—
You’ve got about six months before the heart fails its weight.
(Verse 2 - Daughter 1 - female vocals)
(Trembling, looking at her Father’s pale face)
Six months? Doc, that’s just a blink, a mistake.
How much of our hero is actually left to break?
I remember the kitchen, the laughter, the heat,
The "Oily Platter" that made our lives feel complete.
I thought you were stable, I thought you were strong,
But we were just singing a slow, dying song.
Now the man that I love is a ghost in a gown,
And the world we built up is all tumbling down.
(Verse 3 - Son 1 - male vocals)
(Pacing the room, heavy with guilt)
We did this. We passed him the salt and the oil.
We watched while the blood in his chest started to boil.
"One more serving, Dad! It’s fine, just a bite!"
While we were pushing him closer to this darkened night.
We were the audience, cheering for the feast,
While the hunger inside him grew into a beast.
It wasn’t just habits—it was us, it was me.
We carved out the man that we’re looking at now, can't you see?
(Verse 4 - Daughter 2 - female vocals)
(Holding the Father's hand, looking at the Doctor)
"Is there a pill? Is there a way to reset?"
Before the Reaper comes to collect on the debt?
The air in this room is like iron and lead,
I can’t bear the silence inside of his head.
He’s looking at nothing, he’s fading away,
Doc, tell us there’s something more you can say!
Give us a miracle, give us a sign,
Before we run out of this six-month line!
[PRE-CHORUS - Panic Build]
(The drums kick in—tempo doubles into high-energy Rock)
All Kids: The clock is screaming... the seconds are thin!
Doc: You’re trapped in the state that your habits put you in!
All: The static is roaring, the warnings are red,
As the shadow of Time stands over this bed!
[CHORUS - Full Cast Harmony]
It’s the Ischemic pulse! The salt in the veins!
The choices of yesterday turning to chains!
A heart that will stop in a six-month state,
This is the harvest of the Oily Plate!
The habits we loved were the traps that we laid,
And now in this room, there’s no time to delay!
[BRIDGE - The Breaking Point]
Doc: One more meal is a bullet in the chest!
Father: (Suddenly sitting up, shouting) "EVERYONE OUT! PLEASE... GIVE ME A REST!"
(The music stops abruptly. Only a haunting piano melody remains.)
Doc: (Nods solemnly) Come on, children. Give him some air.
D1: (Crying) But Dad...
Father: (Softly, not looking at them) Just go. I need to be alone with this... prayer.
(Sound of the door clicking shut. The room is silent except for the ECG beep.)
[OUTRO - The Silence]
(Music
Doc: (Pointing to the monitor)
Look at the scan—the rivers are turning to stone.
Coronary walls built of fat and of bone.
It’s Atherosclerosis, a silent, oily flood,
Ischemia is starving the flow of your blood.
(Looking at the Father)
Arteries blocked—ninety percent of the way.
This is the final bill for the life you led astray.
If nothing is changed, if this course is kept straight—
You’ve got about six months before the heart fails its weight.
(Verse 2 - Daughter 1 - female vocals)
(Trembling, looking at her Father’s pale face)
Six months? Doc, that’s just a blink, a mistake.
How much of our hero is actually left to break?
I remember the kitchen, the laughter, the heat,
The "Oily Platter" that made our lives feel complete.
I thought you were stable, I thought you were strong,
But we were just singing a slow, dying song.
Now the man that I love is a ghost in a gown,
And the world we built up is all tumbling down.
(Verse 3 - Son 1 - male vocals)
(Pacing the room, heavy with guilt)
We did this. We passed him the salt and the oil.
We watched while the blood in his chest started to boil.
"One more serving, Dad! It’s fine, just a bite!"
While we were pushing him closer to this darkened night.
We were the audience, cheering for the feast,
While the hunger inside him grew into a beast.
It wasn’t just habits—it was us, it was me.
We carved out the man that we’re looking at now, can't you see?
(Verse 4 - Daughter 2 - female vocals)
(Holding the Father's hand, looking at the Doctor)
"Is there a pill? Is there a way to reset?"
Before the Reaper comes to collect on the debt?
The air in this room is like iron and lead,
I can’t bear the silence inside of his head.
He’s looking at nothing, he’s fading away,
Doc, tell us there’s something more you can say!
Give us a miracle, give us a sign,
Before we run out of this six-month line!
[PRE-CHORUS - Panic Build]
(The drums kick in—tempo doubles into high-energy Rock)
All Kids: The clock is screaming... the seconds are thin!
Doc: You’re trapped in the state that your habits put you in!
All: The static is roaring, the warnings are red,
As the shadow of Time stands over this bed!
[CHORUS - Full Cast Harmony]
It’s the Ischemic pulse! The salt in the veins!
The choices of yesterday turning to chains!
A heart that will stop in a six-month state,
This is the harvest of the Oily Plate!
The habits we loved were the traps that we laid,
And now in this room, there’s no time to delay!
[BRIDGE - The Breaking Point]
Doc: One more meal is a bullet in the chest!
Father: (Suddenly sitting up, shouting) "EVERYONE OUT! PLEASE... GIVE ME A REST!"
(The music stops abruptly. Only a haunting piano melody remains.)
Doc: (Nods solemnly) Come on, children. Give him some air.
D1: (Crying) But Dad...
Father: (Softly, not looking at them) Just go. I need to be alone with this... prayer.
(Sound of the door clicking shut. The room is silent except for the ECG beep.)
[OUTRO - The Silence]
(Music
Musikstyle
Musical, Sadness, Anger, Fear, depressive, progressive, Melancholy, breakdown, Male Voice, Female Voice
