[Launch] I see your trail— thin, electric, dying fast. [Verse] You dart through alleys like a faulty spark, fingers brushing steel, breath cutting the dark. You think the city hides you— but I read the heat, the tremor in your steps, the fracture in your beat. Your panic drips neon along the walls, each drop a breadcrumb I don’t need— but enjoy. [Phase Shift] Your path stutters. You slip. I accelerate. (right behind you) (closer than sound) [Chorus] When you sprint, I slice the distance clean, a razor chasing a fragile sheen. Your fear paints maps in ultraviolet lines— routes you’ll never finish. I don’t call your name— I mark it. Fast. Cold. Final. [Phase Two Verse] You throw yourself left, try to vanish in steam. But your shadow lags— and I follow the delay. Metal breath, hungry steps, your pace unravels. I’m not running. I’m narrowing. [Pre-Chorus] Heartbeat jumps— yours, not mine. I taste the shift before you turn. [Chorus] Your footsteps glitch and break apart, a rhythm collapsing under my arc. I cut through silence like a fatal spark, closing in before you even think “run.” No repeats. No mercy. Your sprint was a question— my presence is the answer. [Breakdown] Steel echoes. Steam rises. You stop moving. I don’t. [Outro] One breath. One stare. One claim. You were fast— I was inevitable.
