Here it is — a clean step-in, moderate and steady, already walking forward.

It settles in warmer underneath. More tone than drums, still carrying that march feel without going stiff.

Her voice is in. Curtain’s already up, and she says she never knew why.

Told to smile, pushed from behind, then stood in white light while everyone walks off.

Chorus — she drags out “parade,” and it just keeps flowing past her.

Heyday’s gone, she’s done dancing sad in this cruel place, and the beat stays bright anyway.

Those no-no-no-ways ride over the same upright groove while it thickens a little.

Second verse. Next person waiting for their curtain, same faces, same voices asking for one scrap of luck.

She keeps reaching and it only feels farther away.

Chorus back — same parade line, a little harder, oohs stacked behind her.

It keeps turning the same chorus words. Nothing new in the lyric, just another pass while the band stays upright.

Cruel place again. After this the top gets flickery and busier while the groove doesn’t flinch.

One more late push, still standing tall.

And it just lets go — long silence, no return.