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