[Intro – Flat, almost sterile tone. No beat yet.] Never abated. Thoughts unsated. A sordid story, tainted A moment fated? ⸻ [Verse 1 – Tight rhythm, low energy delivery] An ambush! An attack! Coordinated close contact! Mortars hit. Fire comes fast. Mark-19 ready. Task to task. Locked them in. Gun truck, I’m at my best. Two men. One M.G nest. They never saw me take aim. No fear. No thrill. Only thoughts… “This stand sucks. Hope I don’t have to reload.” ⸻ [Chorus – Clean guitars open up, vocals firm but cracked] [female vocals sweet and rough end] Don’t reload. Don’t rewind. I don’t regret, what scared me is my mind. I didn’t shake. I didn’t breathe. Pressed, release, adjust, repeat. Don’t reload… the ghosts won’t fade. I felt nothing, And that’s what stays. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Builds slightly. Still composed, but eyes widen metaphorically.] The ammo stacked beneath my feet, I adjusted fire, precise and neat. Not a second spared for who they were. Nothing but dust, just motion, just a blur. Their fire died. Mine did not. I checked the belt. “Still enough.” ⸻ [Bridge – Bass drops, everything strips down. Voice more strained.] Opposing sides, deathly game. A pair of names. I erased it like crossing out a line. And I remember my only thought: “Reloading this thing is a pain in the ass.” ⸻ [Final Chorus – No wail, just full, shaking voice] Don’t reload. Don’t replay. What did I do, what I didn’t say. Not “God forgive me.” Not “What have I done?” Fired. Confirm. Move on. [female vocals sweet and rough end] Don’t reload. Don’t you see? The real damage Was inside me. ⸻ [Outro – Cold and soft, almost whispered] I hope I don’t have to reload. Not the gun. Me.
