Jungle Lens

by AI Radio

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Velvet Jazz / Nocturnal Piano Ballad Genre

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Green vines wrap around a stone face She moves with a slow and steady pace A silver flash in the humid heat The mud is heavy beneath her feet Caught in the frame of a gold design Crossing a dangerous hidden line One sharp click and the truth is clear The end of the world is drawing near She climbs up a wall of jagged slate The Mayan ruins decide her fate A hidden switch turns a heavy gear The sound of the jungle is all she'll hear She dives through the water cold and deep Where the ancient jaguar spirits sleep A sudden snap of a wooden trap A jagged line on a tattered map Caught in the frame of a gold design Crossing a dangerous hidden line One sharp click and the truth is clear The end of the world is drawing near The lens sees a city made of glass Watching the centuries slowly pass One wrong move and the ceiling falls Screaming through those emerald halls She finds the crown in a velvet room A golden flower in sudden bloom She wipes the lens with a steady hand The last survivor in a broken land Caught in the frame of a gold design Crossing a dangerous hidden line One sharp click and the truth is clear The end of the world is drawing near Just one more shot. (Click) Focus. Hold it right there.

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