It s my last fight!

[Intro: Distant koto plucks under atmospheric synth hum]
[Guitar: Clean, reverberating arpeggios - like rain on temple stones]
[Instrumental Passage: Droning bass, sparse taiko drum pulse, synth strings swell]

[Hook: Voices intertwined - clear, haunting, melodic]
Some dream of Maldives, Jamaica's embrace,
Some crave designer, a silk-touched grace.
Some chase the 'gram life on Caribbean sands,
Some rot on concrete in forgotten lands...

[Verse 1: Voice 1 (Soft, weary - like wind through reeds)]
[Guitar melody rises - subtle tremolo]
Your flight departs at six-forty-five, sky-bound and free.
Me? Fate's rejected candidate... just debris.
Yeah, I'd vanish too, catch that silver bird's light,
If the oncologist just said: "Fight another night...
(Drums Break: Sudden silence, then a deep, resonant gong hit)

[Chorus: Both Voices (Powerful, raw, harmonies clashing like waves)]
If he'd grant me a month... a year... anything more...
God, I'd escape this weight pressing down to my core!
I'd beg, steal, borrow cash, buy that one-way flight,
Trade this gnawing dread for pure, careless light!

[Interlude: Taiko drum break, distorted synth wave crashes, erhu cry]
[Drums Break: Complex, syncopated pattern - tense]

[Verse 2: Voice 1 (More strained, breathless)]
[Guitar melody returns - slightly distorted]
I fantasize... But the Doc's face is stone, cold decree.
Just the smell of the hospital churns inside me...
Life and death wage war in these fragile, thin veins...
I'd be gone. Gone. To Goa... or just... flames.
[Drums Break: Heavy kick, shattering cymbal]

[Chorus: Both Voices (Even more intense, harmonies soaring/breaking)]
Yeah, I'd take a one-way ticket to anywhere,
No chemo drip, just warm winds in my hair!
Where waves kiss the shore, not claw down my throat,
But flood me with red wine and plum blossoms afloat!

[Catchy Interlude: Fast trap beat kicks in, layered with melancholic guzheng riff and distorted power chords]
[Crescendo]
[Drums Break: Frenetic, stuttering]
[Tone Modulation: Pitch shifts darker]

[Verse 3: Voice 2 (Enters - Sharper, more cynical tone)]
[Guitar melody - heavier, fuzzed-out]
You bitch 'bout coach class, I curse this sterile cage.
Neither paycheck truly turns our life's page...
You'll never know my sentence, nor I your "yard time"...
You'll float and get wasted, while I... redefine
[Drums Break: Explosive snare roll]

[Chorus: Both Voices (Voice 1 Shattered, Voice 2 Anguished Scream)]
I'll swap my face out on every feed, every site!
Some ripped magazine dude bathed in fake light!
Let them gawk, let them drool, let the envy ignite!
I NEED THOSE LIKES LIKE AIR! GOD, MAKE IT RIGHT!
[I NEED THOSE LIKES LIKE AIR! IT'S MY LAST FIGHT!]
[Drums Break: Punishing, chaotic]

[Repeat Hook: Voices Fractured, Over Processed Synth Drones & Fast Beat]
Some dream of Maldives, Jamaica's embrace,
Some crave designer, a silk-touched grace.
Some chase the 'gram life on Caribbean sands,
Some rot on concrete in forgotten lands...

[Outro: Heavy distorted guitar riff fades into vast orchestral strings & haunting koto]
[Piano Chords: Sparse, dissonant, echoing]
[Atmospheric Keys: Like cold mist rising]
[Drums Break - Outro: Final heavy hit, then deep sub-bass rumble fades to silence]
[End]