Lights, camera, chains – are you comfortable yet?
Don’t worry, Blitz, we’re just getting set
No need for popcorn, your screams will suffice
Tonight, you relive every roll of the dice
Let’s start with the fire – a mother you lost
You ran through the smoke, but you knew the cost
She vanished in flames, her necklace the proof
You were too slow
Or maybe that’s just the truth
And then, your father – oh what a role
A man who beat you to keep his control
He blamed you, shamed you, sold your soul
How’s that for a supporting role?
Let it burn again, let it sear
Let the shame flood every tear
You ran, you failed, you wrecked their trust
All you build just turns to dust
So sit in your chains, open your eyes
We’re not done – and truth never lies
You want escape? You want the end?
Too bad, Blitz
I want you to bend
Oh, here's your partner, poor Fizz in his bed
Burned and broken – a friend left for dead
He trusted you once, and look where he lies
You made the spark, now watch how he cries
And her, lips full of spite
You took her love, ran off in the night
Maxed out her cards, trashed her trust
Another bridge down in your self-made dust
Next reel: The lovebirds, sugar and steel
You spy on their peace ‘cause you can’t feel
What it means to be wanted without a mask
Too hard a truth? Then don’t dare ask
They have what you fear, love without chains
While yours just ends in loss and flames
Let it burn again, let it rot
Watch every chance you had get caught
All playing here on your private stage
And Stolas? Oh, he begged to be seen
But you mocked him, used him, kept him in between
Now he’s gone
And you're the stain
Do you feel it yet, that sting in your chest?
It’s not guilt – it’s truth, wearing its best
You ruin what’s real, you beg when it’s gone
You hurt them all, then write a song
Loona’s gone silent, Stolas shut the door
Fizz forgave you
But not like before
Even Moxxie doubts if you’re worth the cost
So many faces
So much lost
Let it burn again, let it blaze
Let the reel loop for days and days
You’ll watch your love, your life decay
This theater’s yours – and here you’ll stay
You can cry, you can scream, but don’t pretend
You’re not the reason this had to end
So sit down, Blitz, this is your pen
And I’ll press play
Let it burn again
