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Song: Kylux Bacta Tank Crush
Music, Voice, Lyrics: AI


[Verse1]
He watches the General float in the quiet tank,
A ghost of command, a form to his rank.
The crimson hair drifts, a fiery halo of shame,
Around the pallid flesh, an unspeakable game.
The bacta glows, a liquid emerald dream,
Mending the damage from a blaster's cruel stream.
The Force hums a tune, both discordant and sweet,
As old hatreds dissolve, and new feelings entreat.
[Chorus]
He leans against the glass, a whisper of a touch,
A silent promise, not caring for much
Except the frail form, the man in the glowing vat,
And the dark, rising love that he cannot fight, but will not combat.
[Verse2]
Kylo Ren sees a man, not a symbol or tool,
A fragile being, breaking every rule.
He sees the wounds, the scars of a different strife,
And a flicker of something he didn't know was life.
The face that contorted with rage and with pride
Is soft in slumber, with nowhere to hide.
The cruel, mocking voice that so often he heard
Is silent now, a forgotten, gentle word.
[Chorus]
He leans against the glass, a whisper of a touch,
A silent promise, not caring for much
Except the frail form, the man in the glowing vat,
And the dark, rising love that he cannot fight, but will not combat.
[Verse3]
He reaches with the Force, but not to torment,
To understand the man, not merely resent.
He feels a raw ambition, a hunger for power,
But also a fragile boy in his weakest hour.
A tear escapes from under his masked facade,
A feeling for a man he's been taught to hate and to goad.
He feels the shift in the Force, a whisper unknown,
A twisted devotion he’s never been shown.
[Chorus]
He leans against the glass, a whisper of a touch,
A silent promise, not caring for much
Except the frail form, the man in the glowing vat,
And the dark, rising love that he cannot fight, but will not combat.
He leans against the glass, a whisper of a touch,
A silent promise, not caring for much
Except the frail form, the man in the glowing vat,
And the dark, rising love that he cannot fight, but will not combat.

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00:00He watches the general float in the quiet tank
00:23A ghost of command, a form to his rank
00:29The crimson hair drifts, a fiery halo of shame
00:37Around the pallid flesh, an unspeakable game
00:44The back to glows, a liquid emerald dream
00:53Mending the damage from a blaster's cruel stream
00:59The force hums a tune, both discordant and sweet
01:07As old hatreds dissolve, and new feelings entreat
01:14He leans against the glass, a whisper of a touch
01:21A silent promise, not caring for much
01:24Except the frail form, the man in the glowing vat of the dark
01:30Rising love that he cannot find, but will not combat
01:37Kylo Ren sees a man, not a symbol or tool
01:45A fragile being, breaking every rule
01:52He sees the wounds, the scars of a different strife
02:00And a flicker of something he didn't know was life
02:07The face that contorted, with rage and with pride
02:15Is soft in slumber, with nowhere to hide
02:22The cruel mocking voice, that so often he heard
02:29Is silent now, a forgotten gentle word
02:37He leans against the glass, a whisper of a touch
02:44A silent promise, not caring for much
02:47Except the frail form, the man in the glowing vat of the dark
02:53Rising love that he cannot find, but will not combat
03:00He reaches with the force, but not to torment
03:08To understand the man, not merely resent
03:15He feels a raw ambition, a hunger for power
03:23Blood also a fragile boy, in his weakest hour
03:30A tear escapes, from under his masked facade
03:37A feeling for a man, he's been taught
03:43To hate and to goad, he feels a shift in the force
03:49A whisper unknown, a twisted devotion
03:56He's never been shown
04:00He leans against the glass, a whisper of a touch
04:07A silent promise, not caring for much
04:10Except the frail form, the man in the glowing vat
04:15And the dark, rising love that he cannot find
04:21But will not combat
04:23He leans against the glass, a whisper of a touch
04:42A silent promise, not caring for much
04:46Except the frail form, the man in the glowing vat
04:50And the dark, rising love that he cannot find
04:55But will not combat
04:58And the dark, rising love that he cannot find
05:01And the dark below
05:01And his foolish love that he cannot find
05:04And the dark, rising love that he cannot find
05:05Me on the bright, rising love
05:06I remember very much
05:07As to the fave of a touch
05:08He not parade
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