歌词
[Piano Intro]
[Verse 1 - Evil Voice]
In the quiet of the night, where shadows play and dance,
I find myself alone, caught in a silent trance.
The world's advice, a ceaseless drone, a never-ending chant,
But I am the melody in a song they can't recant.
[Chorus - Villainous Broadway Style]
I am not a vessel for borrowed dreams,
Nor a mirror reflecting others' beams.
Weary of the paths they've paved, I seek my own decree,
In life's grand opus, let me compose my own symphony.
[Verse 2 - Evil Voice]
Beneath the weight of expectations, a spirit yearns to fly,
Bound by chains of "someday soon," under a watchful eye.
Yet, within me burns a fire, a flame they cannot quench,
I am the author of my fate, not one to merely blench.
[Chorus - Villainous Broadway Style]
I am not a vessel for borrowed dreams,
Nor a mirror reflecting others' beams.
Weary of the paths they've paved, I seek my own decree,
In life's grand opus, let me compose my own symphony.
[Verse 3 - Evil Voice]
They speak in tongues of future tides, of who I'm meant to be,
But I am the here and now, not a distant prophecy.
I like to dream about the stars, sit quietly by the sea,
I refuse to conform, I'm a soul that must be free.
[Chorus - Villainous Broadway Style]
I am not a vessel for borrowed dreams,
Nor a mirror reflecting others' beams.
Weary of the paths they've paved, I seek my own decree,
In life's grand opus, let me compose my own symphony.
[Bridge - Evil Voice]
Across the canvas of the skies, where dreams are born and die,
I paint my journey with bold strokes, under the watchful eye.
A tapestry of hope and will, woven with threads of light,
I watch the dawn that breaks the night, the wrong that rights the right.
[Outro - Evil Voice]
And in the stillness of the dusk, when all the world's asleep,
There's a presence that lingers near, a bond that's ours to keep.
She sees the colors of my soul, understands my silent plea,
In her eyes, I am complete, for she sees the real me.
[End]
[Chorus - Villainous Broadway Style]
I am not a vessel for borrowed dreams,
Nor a mirror reflecting others' beams.
Weary of the paths they've paved, I seek my own decree,
In life's grand opus, let me compose my own symphony.
[Outro - Evil Voice]
And in the stillness of the dusk, when all the world's asleep,
There's a presence that lingers near, a bond that's ours to keep.
She sees the colors of my soul, understands my silent plea,
In her eyes, I am complete, for she sees the real me.
[Fade Out]
[End]
