act 2

[Verse 1 – as the Minotaur] 🎶 Keep your hands inside the line, No flirting in car number nine. No snacks without a tray, No cries when we derail halfway. Your secrets stay checked with your bag, Or the rat writes it down in his glittering rag. And if you sneak past with a pie… You’ll be explaining your motives before you die. [Chorus – switches characters rapidly] 🎶 (The Maid): "I saw him pass with a silver tray, But when I turned 'round, he melted away!" (The Cat – in spoken meows and whispers): "Mrrrow... He didn’t pet me. He’s guilty." (The Rat – twitching, analytical): “Blue crystal trauma at the spinal gate, This m****r’s a formula—let’s calculate!” [Bridge – Back to Enzo as narrator] 🎶 So many masks in this railway play, All dressed to k**l in a floral display. But truth’s no passenger—it’s locked in a case, Buried beneath a smiling face... [Outro – Whispered, eerie] 🎶 Follow the bloom, ignore the scream, Justice hides in a fever dream. This train runs hot on guilt and steam… No ticket… No alibi… No escape from the dream.