A demon crashes through the wall — how does your body answer?

Swing first, invoice the apology to tomorrow's you

One flawless strike and the fight is already over

Flirt it into confusion, then drop it mid-chuckle

Slip sideways, blow a kiss, slice through the gap

A stylist hands you the dye tray — which shade claims you?

Electric blue, cool-bloodied and stage-ready

Soft pink, sweet-ish, with a bite people underestimate

Jet black, dramatic enough to need a theme song

Rich purple, mysterious and faintly royal

A little bit of everything, palate like a sampler platter

Not really a listener, but spiritually a stan

All day, every era, memorizing choreography in the mirror

Sometimes, when the mood hits just right

Mastermind who drafts the itinerary while everyone argues

Go-with-the-flow person who somehow fixes every mood

Vault of everyone's secrets, loyal to a terrifying degree

Walking punchline who makes grief manageable with one line

Soda Pop, bubbly energy, no emotional damage required

Your Idol, glittering and just a little menacing

Free, anthemic and stubbornly hopeful

Takedown, built for enemies and treadmill playlists

Golden, the song that turns you into a main character

How It's Done, a tutorial in controlled chaos