M****r on the White Rose Line

[Intro] [Verse 1] Click-clack, the rhythm hums on steel, White Rose Line where shadows reel. Blue roses bloom on every door, Secrets stashed in the mini bar’s core. Edmund St. Claire, draped in gold, Boarded this train, but fate turned cold. A darkened scheme tucked in his case— Now death’s riding first-class in lace. [Chorus] No ticket, no alibi, Champagne lies, a killer’s sly. M****r wears a tailored tie— All are guilty when the rose dies! A cat’s green eyes, a crystal rat, A maid in disguise with a spy’s hat. Jalapeños spice the air… But who’s the ghost in the dining car? [Verse 2] The minotaur roars, “Tickets, now!” His breath like cheese from a rancid cow. Whispers in coach, first-class sneers, A scream cuts loose—the caboose hears! Edmund’s slumped, face in the stew, Wine still warm, the clock struck two. A blue rose fades where his cheek lies… This train won’t stop till it hits the sky. [Bridge] Truth swirls in a whiskey sour, Masks slip as tensions tower. The rat glows, time’s running thin— One last gasp before the end begins. [Final Chorus] No ticket, no alibi, Smoke swallows the how and why. Tracks ahead, no brakes to cry— Do or die before we fly… [Outro]