[Verse 1] Steel comes up and the noise drops dead, the world pulls tight inside my head. No past, no future, no why or when, just distance measured, again and again. They shout commands, they pray for signs, I only track the closing lines. What I carry doesn’t need a name it wakes the moment I take the aim. [Pre-Chorus] There’s a click behind my eyes, not rage, not fear, just a narrowing light. [Chorus] The world goes thin when the weapon rises, every sound reduced to targets and timing. This isn’t freedom, this isn’t release, it’s a tunnel forward with no retreat. I don’t fight for glory, I don’t fight to feel, I fight because something has to kneel. If I hold the line, I decide the end if I slip, it doesn’t stop again. No prayers heard, no mercy planned, just breath, impact, command. [Verse 2] They call it fury when I advance, they don’t see the discipline in the stance. Every strike placed, every motion clean, violence sharpened into routine. I learned the rhythm, the cost, the pace, how to erase a demon’s face. Not with hatred. Not with flame. Just repetition. Just the same. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t seek the edge, but I know it well, I’ve stood there longer than words can tell. [Chorus] The world goes thin when the weapon rises, every sound reduced to targets and timing. This isn’t freedom, this isn’t release, it’s a tunnel forward with no retreat. I don’t fight for glory, I don’t fight to feel, I fight because something has to kneel. If I hold the line, I decide the end if I slip, it doesn’t stop again. No prayers heard, no mercy planned, just breath, impact, command. [Verse 3] There’s a point where control goes tight, where the tunnel floods with too much light. Where every signal screams at once, and instinct cuts without response. I feel it press against my skin, the moment where it pulls me in. One step more and it takes the wheel I clamp it down. I force it still. [Bridge] I asked once what remains of me when the war strips everything I used to be. No answer came, just forward force, momentum locked on a single course. Some carry banners. Some carry blame. I carry motion. I carry the flame. [Final Chorus] The world goes thin and I don’t resist, I step inside it, clenched and fixed. If this is the cost to keep it contained, I’ll pay it in bone, I’ll pay it in pain. I don’t need heaven, I don’t need light, I need the target in my sight. When the tunnel closes and I’m the line I end the threat, or it ends mine. No victory cry. No moment to breathe. No cleansing fire. No relief. Just standing still in the aftermath, counting the seconds it didn’t last. If the switch clicks back and I’m still here, I reset my grip. I face the next fear. There’s a second where my hands move first, where thought arrives too late, too hurt. If I cross that line, I know the cost control doesn’t break, it’s simply lost. So I bite it down. I lock it in. Because what comes next is worse than sin.
