[Verse] You want a game? Fine— step into the kill‑circle. The dirt is cold, the crowd is starving for blood, and every stare is hunting for the first crack in our armor. I watch the way your breath stumbles, the way your fingers twitch when you think I’m not looking. Every tell you hide is another weapon in my hand. [Pre‑Chorus] The clock keeps ticking, your confidence is a costume. The clock keeps ticking, and I can hear the fear beneath it. [Chorus] You think you’ve trapped me, you think you’ve mapped me, you think you’ve cracked me— but you don’t know the game. You think you’ve trapped me, you think you’ve mapped me, you think you’ve cracked me— but you don’t know the game. but you don’t see the end. but you don’t know what’s coming. [Verse 2] You call it instinct, but I call it calculation. Every shift in your stance, every flicker in your eyes— they scream louder than the crowd around us. You’re wagering on my panic, but I’m wagering on your heartbeat, how it spikes when you think you’ve cornered me. You’re playing for survival, but I’m playing for the truth you can’t hide. [Pre‑Chorus] You think you’ve trapped me, but I’m already past your move. The clock keeps ticking, and you don’t see the ending coming. [Chorus] You think you’ve trapped me, you think you’ve mapped me, you think you’ve cracked me— but you don’t know the game. You think you’ve trapped me, you think you’ve mapped me, you think you’ve cracked me— but you don’t know the game.
