The Red (Call for Racers) [ENG]

Written by John Paul Bantigue Corin & The Unfinished (feat. Z3RØ) BMI • IPI/CAE 01366401460 © 2026 John Paul Bantigue ℗ 2026 John Paul Bantigue • JP Bantigue Records jpbbantigue.com Coastal city drowning slow in rain Headlights smear like blood across the lane Every window keeps its curtains drawn Nobody's asking, everybody moves on Old money whispers where the harbor bends Even the silence here has debts to spend This is just how it is, they always say There's no line left that hasn't been erased They call it The Red, not just a race A line redrawn, there's no safe place Every win gets written somewhere dark Whatever you win, something pays the cost Push it, redline, chasing after gold Speed's the only thing I know, no looking back, no Fame is a headlight, cutting through the fog I don't need the meaning, just the roar, just the shot Under the red, under the rain Go on and tell me, who's gonna win tonight They say the ones who win too much, too fast Lose something too — a piece that doesn't come back Maybe it's a name, or someone that you love But who's really listening when all you watch is speed I've heard the stories, told them like a joke Until the night the story stared right back at me They call it The Red, not just a race A line redrawn, there's no safe place Ledger's always open, waiting for a name Whatever you win, somebody's set to pay Push it, redline, chasing after gold Speed's the only thing I know, no looking back, no Fame is a headlight, cutting through the fog I don't need the meaning, just the roar, just the shot Under the red, under the rain Go on and tell me, who's gonna win tonight But why does it feel like something stays In every line I've crossed and left behind Maybe this was never just about me Maybe there's a story that's not finished being written Push it, redline, chasing after gold But maybe gold was never what I'm chasing after Fame is a headlight, but the road runs deep Something's waiting at the end of this line Under the red, under the rain Ledgemont, tell me — who really wins this game The lights still bleed down that empty street The story's only just begun...