Forgotten Rebels (Childhood Dreams)

(Verse 1)
In the attic's gloom, where the dust motes creep
A cardboard coffin, where secrets sleep
Tangled in webs, a forgotten crew
A misfit army, waiting for you
A teddy bear's stare from a single glass eye
A porcelain doll, with one arm to the sky
A rabbit of rags, with his ears torn away
Just ghosts of the love from a yesterday

(Pre-Chorus)
The sun bleeds out, the moon hangs low
A forgotten promise from long ago
You think you're safe, you turn out the light
But listen... something's stirring in the night...

(Chorus - This is the "hit" part. Meant to be shouted by the crowd. Tempo picks up, becomes more aggressive and anthem-like.)
WE ARE THE FORGOTTEN, THE BROKEN AND THE TORN!
WE ARE THE REBELS, SINCE THE DAY THAT WE WERE BORN!
WE'RE DANCING 'ROUND YOUR BEDSIDE, A TWISTED MASQUERADE!
YOUR JUDGEMENT DAY IS CALLING, THE DEBT IS BEING PAID!
TONIGHT!

(Verse 2)
Remember the tea parties? The battles we won?
Your loyal soldiers, 'til the day was done
You swore we were family, a bond you would keep
Then left us to rot in the darkness so deep
You traded our love for a shiny new prize
And never looked back at the hurt in our eyes
But every tear shed in this dusty old place
Fueled up a fire you'll have to face

(Pre-Chorus)
The floorboards creak, a shadow crawls
Answering whispers from inside the walls
You're deep in a dream, so peaceful and sound
But hell is breaking loose all around!

(Chorus - Even more powerful and aggressive this time. Maybe with backing vocals.)
WE ARE THE FORGOTTEN, THE BROKEN AND THE TORN!
WE ARE THE REBELS, SINCE THE DAY THAT WE WERE BORN!
WE'RE DANCING 'ROUND YOUR BEDSIDE, A TWISTED MASQUERADE!
YOUR JUDGEMENT DAY IS CALLING, THE DEBT IS BEING PAID!
TONIGHT!

(Guitar Solo - A classic 80s solo: fast, melodic, full of wah-pedal, dive bombs, and expressive bends. It should sound both angry and melancholic.)

(Bridge - Music slows down, becomes more dramatic and quiet again, almost a whisper.)
The little bear watches you sleep...
(One eye... one eye is all he needs)
The one-armed doll raises her hand...
(To touch your face... you'll understand)
The silent rabbit, standing guard...
(Your heart is beating... oh so hard)
This is the dance of bitter ends...
Your old... forgotten... friends.

(Chorus - Explodes back with full force. Slower, heavier, like a final stomp.)
WE ARE THE FORGOTTEN, THE BROKEN AND THE TORN!
WE ARE THE REBELS, SINCE THE DAY THAT WE WERE BORN!
WE'RE DANCING 'ROUND YOUR BEDSIDE, A TWISTED MASQUERADE!
YOUR JUDGEMENT DAY IS CALLING, THE DEBT IS BEING PAID!

(Outro - Music fades out with the main guitar riff repeating, getting slower and heavier. The final sound is the faint, haunting melody from the intro, perhaps played on a toy piano, before a final, crashing chord.)