[And now? And now the music swells. As the electric guitar whips in to a frenzy, Stephen seems to be in one, too, stepping- no, leaping on to something and half-climbing atop his podium. Indeed, for someone who was once so disturbed by the music, he seems almost consumed by it now as he half sings, half-screams, throwing out an arm in emphasis-]
I stand before a line in the sand The beginning's in sight, fate in my hands Today, we change the end One step and the future is torn The road that we walk, it can still be reformed Today, we change the end...!
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I stand before a line in the sand
The beginning's in sight, fate in my hands
Today, we change the end
One step and the future is torn
The road that we walk, it can still be reformed
Today, we change the end...!