[Style: Hard Rock / Blues Rock / Cinematic Rock]
[Tempo: Mid-tempo, heavy groove]
[Instrumentation: Fingerstyle Electric Guitar Intro, Distorted Power Chords, Hammond Organ, Heavy Drums]
[Vocals: Male, Deep and Resonant, Storyteller delivery transitioning to Power Rock]

[Intro]
(Clean, fluid guitar picking with a bluesy tone, emotive and spacious)
(Slowly building up with bass and a high-hat groove)
(Explodes into a heavy, driving guitar riff)

[Verse 1]
(Vocals: Conversational, cynical, spoken-sung)
Well, the shutters are down on the storefront of the mind
There’s a warehouse of shadows that you left far behind
You got a ticket in your pocket for a train that never came
Just a rust on the tracks and a whisper of a name.
The projector is running, but the screen is going black
You’re carrying the weight of the world in a sack.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Guitars get louder, chugging rhythm)
You stand on the corner of “What Might Have Been”
Watching the traffic of the original sin.
The pressure is rising in the boiler room downstairs
But nobody notices, and nobody cares.

[Chorus]
(Melodic, Powerful, Anthemic Hook)
In the heart of hearts, the silence screams!
Waking up sweating from the fever dreams.
It’s a crowded room where nobody speaks
Just the dry tear rolling down the dusty cheeks.
So much locked away in the vault of the soul
Paying the price, but you never reach the goal.
(Heavy sustain)

[Interlude]
(Guitar melody mimics the vocal line, then breaks into a fast, technical run)

[Verse 2]
(Bass-heavy, moody)
Now the band is packing up, the lights are getting dim
You’re pouring out a drink clearly filled to the brim.
You got a million tragic novels written in your head
But you just check your watch and you go to bed.
It’s a pantomime, brother, it’s a masquerade ball
You’re screaming inside, standing staring at the wall.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Driving beat, urgency increases)
The wires are humming, but the message is dead
A library burning in a thread of red.
You want to let it go, you want to break the seal
But you’re stuck on the turning of the grinding wheel!

[Chorus]
(Soaring, High Energy, Multi-layered vocals)
In the heart of hearts, the silence screams!
Waking up sweating from the fever dreams.
It’s a crowded room where nobody speaks
Just the dry tear rolling down the dusty cheeks.
So much locked away in the vault of the soul
Paying the price, but you never reach the goal.

[Bridge]
(Theatrical, dramatic pause, Piano and Guitar trade-off)
It’s everything…
(Guitar stab)
And it’s absolutely nothing.
(Guitar stab)
It’s the noise of the quiet that’s pushing you around
It’s the crash of the thunder without any sound!
Let it out!
LET IT OUT!

[Guitar Solo]
(Extended, soaring solo. Starts melodic and bluesy, turns into high-speed shredding and tapping)

[Chorus]
(Maximum Volume, Arena Rock Finale)
IN THE HEART OF HEARTS!
The silence screams!
It’s a crowded room where nobody speaks!
So much locked away in the vault of the soul
Paying the price…
Yeah, you pay the toll.

[Outro]
(Music winds down to the clean guitar picking from the intro)
(Vocals: Soft, weary whisper)
So much to share.
But the cupboard is bare.
Just shadows…
And nothing.
(Final chord rings out and fades)
[End]