[Intro – Spoken / Metronome Click]
What’s your command?
Show me your rendition…
I’ve been playing your notes
But I hear my own rhythm now
count-in clicks
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[Chorus]
Maestro, maestro, conducting the show
Pulling my strings till I don’t say no
Chose the melody, played me like truth
Turned my heartbeat into something you use
Maestro, maestro, hold the tempo tight
Crescendo pressure every single night
You wrote me down, but I finally know
I’m more than a note in your control
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[Verse 1]
I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master
Beauty and the monster, moving faster
Good boy, bad habit, sinner and a preacher
If you wanna use me, I could be your creature
I wanna pull your focus like a spotlight
Make your pulse jump in the low light
Electric when you say my name
But every touch starts to feel the same
I’m the devil begging for redemption
A freak wrapped up in your attention
You pull my strings like a Telecaster
Say I’m yours—but who’s the author?
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[Pre-Chorus]
Is this my fate, trapped in your wake?
Or can I create something great?
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[Chorus]
Maestro, maestro, conducting the show
Commanding my heart just to tear me apart
Chose the melody, played me so close
Like I was designed just to hit your notes
Maestro, maestro, always in control
But I’m hearing cracks in the role you wrote
You played me once like your symphony
Now listen close—this is me
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[Verse 2 – Counted / Rhythmic]
One, two, three, four—had me under your spell
Five, six, seven, eight—ringing bells in my head
One, two, three, four—I wanted recognition
Five, six, seven, eight—you called it submission
I’ll be your champion, I’ll be your clown
I bent every shape just to stick around
But love ain’t a leash, desire ain’t a cage
You don’t get to own every line on my page
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[Bridge – Breakdown / Liberation]
I’m done asking permission
Done playing your vision
I rewrite the rhythm
I claim my position
I was your puppet, your art, your muse
Now watch me move how I choose
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[Final Chorus – Bigger / Defiant]
Maestro, maestro—drop the disguise
I hear my voice in a higher rise
No longer a note you can rearrange
I make my own sound, I conduct the change
Maestro, maestro—count me out
This is my song, hear me loud
You played me once like your symphony
Now I perform my own rendition
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[Outro – Count-Off / Fade]
One… two… three… four…
No longer in your composition.