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@Ryx Tech
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v4
@Ryx Tech
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Woke up in the program with no method to quit
In a carnival system that I'd never fit
Then a voice like a game show exclaimed with delight:
"A dazzling newcomer, a glorious sight!"
The wheel gives a spin, and the letters align
To grant me a name in this broken design
But I'm not here to play by the rules of this clown
I'm here for the truth that you've buried so down.
[Verse 2]
I'm searching the seams of the surreal S-rank stage
For a bug in the code, for a tare in the page
Through manic masquerades and digital halls
Ignoring the laughter and carnival calls
In a forgotten back-alley where textures run thin
A desperate inscription is carved from within
It says 'I was here,' with a name underneath...
A player named Cosmo, who's baring his teeth.
[Pre-Chorus]
And under the etching, a glitch in the scene
A single brown feather, a tangible dream
A pixel of proof of a soul that has been
This wasn't a flaw in their perfect machine
This was somebody's message, a final routine
A desperate last prayer from a world in-between.
[Chorus]
So look in my eyes, Mr. Grin-and-a-Suit!
Your whole paradise is a poisonous root!
You told us the fun had just started to bloom
But who's in the grave of a deleted room?
This Big Top's a prison, a cyclical cage
And a parrot's last promise is scrawled on the stage!
Your merry-go-round's running out of its track
So what about Cosmo? Is he coming back?
[Bridge]
He left us a breadcrumb to follow the code
A secret instruction, a path that he showed
This feather's a key to unlock the domain
To sever the signal and break every chain
He didn't just break from the digital stress
He left us a map to escape from this mess!
[Final Chorus]
Now look in my eyes, Mr. Grin-and-a-Suit!
(Look in my eyes!)
Your whole paradise is a poisonous root!
You told us the fun had just started to bloom
(But whose is the grave in that deleted room?)
This Big Top's a prison, a cyclical cage
(A promise he made on a virtual stage!)
Your merry-go-round's running out of its track
And what are you hiding? Is Cosmo coming back?
[Outro]
The show's still in session, the script's been revised.
The cast is the same, but they've been re-advised.
This isn't a glitch, or a tantrum, or prayer...
It's a rescue mission. And I know who's not there.
Woke up in the program with no method to quit
In a carnival system that I'd never fit
Then a voice like a game show exclaimed with delight:
"A dazzling newcomer, a glorious sight!"
The wheel gives a spin, and the letters align
To grant me a name in this broken design
But I'm not here to play by the rules of this clown
I'm here for the truth that you've buried so down.
[Verse 2]
I'm searching the seams of the surreal S-rank stage
For a bug in the code, for a tare in the page
Through manic masquerades and digital halls
Ignoring the laughter and carnival calls
In a forgotten back-alley where textures run thin
A desperate inscription is carved from within
It says 'I was here,' with a name underneath...
A player named Cosmo, who's baring his teeth.
[Pre-Chorus]
And under the etching, a glitch in the scene
A single brown feather, a tangible dream
A pixel of proof of a soul that has been
This wasn't a flaw in their perfect machine
This was somebody's message, a final routine
A desperate last prayer from a world in-between.
[Chorus]
So look in my eyes, Mr. Grin-and-a-Suit!
Your whole paradise is a poisonous root!
You told us the fun had just started to bloom
But who's in the grave of a deleted room?
This Big Top's a prison, a cyclical cage
And a parrot's last promise is scrawled on the stage!
Your merry-go-round's running out of its track
So what about Cosmo? Is he coming back?
[Bridge]
He left us a breadcrumb to follow the code
A secret instruction, a path that he showed
This feather's a key to unlock the domain
To sever the signal and break every chain
He didn't just break from the digital stress
He left us a map to escape from this mess!
[Final Chorus]
Now look in my eyes, Mr. Grin-and-a-Suit!
(Look in my eyes!)
Your whole paradise is a poisonous root!
You told us the fun had just started to bloom
(But whose is the grave in that deleted room?)
This Big Top's a prison, a cyclical cage
(A promise he made on a virtual stage!)
Your merry-go-round's running out of its track
And what are you hiding? Is Cosmo coming back?
[Outro]
The show's still in session, the script's been revised.
The cast is the same, but they've been re-advised.
This isn't a glitch, or a tantrum, or prayer...
It's a rescue mission. And I know who's not there.
Style de musique
A manic electro-swing musical theatre number. Upbeat, catchy music clashes with dark, defiant lyrics. A hint of ancient power. Smooth male voice. Clean male voice. Unfiltered male voice. No autotune.
