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When the lights die—listen.
The room forgets its name.
The room forgets its name.
Blackout on the panel, red mark on the door,
I walk through the failure like I built the floor.
No crown in the daylight, no throne in the glare,
The dark knows my measure; it waits when I’m there.
Current in my knuckles, voltage in my breath,
Every dead circuit draws a map through the wreck.
You reach for the switch, but the switch won’t decide—
When the lights die, the real king rises inside.
Cut—
Hold your breath.
Cut—
Nothing left.
One spark under stone,
One voice through the black.
Blackout—dark—rise,
Current in the night.
Voltage through the silence,
I turn the failure bright.
Blackout—dark—rise,
No warning, no disguise.
When the lights die down,
The real king rises.
I make a home in the hum where the transformers strain,
Teeth of the grid keep time with the rain.
Your signal went weak, mine sharpened in the void,
I don’t need permission from a world I destroyed.
Dead air, hard stare, boots on the steel,
Name every fear that you thought you could conceal.
Drop—then the room gets swallowed whole,
I bring back the thunder with a hand on the pole.
Silence.
No pulse.
No sign.
Then the black starts breathing in time.
Now split-second, quick-step, rip through the frame,
Voltage venom in the throat of my name.
Gridlock, switch shock, sparks in the rain,
Black flag, hard charge, break every chain.
Run it—cut it—bring the whole block low,
Kick drum vanishes, then the sirens grow.
No light, no guide, but I know where I stand,
Darkness is my element; blackout is my command.
Blackout—dark—rise,
Current in the night.
Voltage through the silence,
I turn the failure bright.
Blackout—dark—rise,
Hear the dead wires cry.
When the lights die down,
The real king rises.
Power gone.
Crown on.
Blackout.
The real king rises.
Power gone.
Crown on.
Blackout.
Rise.
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