[Verse 1 – as the Minotaur]
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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]
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(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]
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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]
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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.
