[Intro — Vinyl crackle, lone trumpet, match strike, deep inhale] (Heavy distorted 808 beat drops hard) Hah... Listen... [Verse 1 — Spoken rap, raspy whisper, slow menacing flow] Yes, I feel it now — the hour is nearing This time is unlike any before It brings everything out into the clearing And presents the final bill at the door [Verse 2 — Hard rap flow, voice cracks with grit] Blizzards buried us fierce — no mercy, no pity Wild winds sang our last rites through the wreckage of the city Years passed quicker than weeks — time flew like a bullet Mornings swallowed by nights — darkness, we couldn't pull it [Chorus — Loud aggressive rap scream, brass explodes, bass pounds] TIME! IS TIME! TIME! DANGER TIME! TIME! TIME! TIME! DANGER TIME! [Break — Trumpet wails over heavy bass, beat drops for a second, then slams back] [Verse 3 — Aggressive delivery, growling, building intensity] But that ain't what we carried deep inside us — no! That ain't how we kept our hearts warm — through the snow! They mowed us down — but they couldn't divide us! They killed us cold — but we still rise from below! [Chorus — Even louder, furious scream, voice tearing] TIME! IS TIME! TIME! DANGER TIME! TIME! TIME! TIME! DANGER TIME! [Verse 4 — Slower, tired rasp, dark recitative] Ancient sunlight cut through the headless abyss — listen! Through a blind lonely window, the light kept on kicking! No mind could dismiss it — no cage could contain! A truth so relentless — it shatters the chains! [Verse 5 — Half-sung, half-rapped, worn-out croon, dangerous whisper] Only then — shelters shattered, no roof, no hope! Lost every thread — hit the end of the rope! We discovered God's love in the smoke and the ruin! Heavenly truth — yeah — we finally knew it! [Chorus — Final, most powerful scream, trumpet and bass in unison] TIME! IS TIME! TIME! DANGER TIME! TIME! TIME! TIME! DANGER TIME! [Verse 6 — Whiskey-soaked confession, slow threatening flow] And through the winds, through the glances so crooked! I stayed silent — had a song but I shook it! And my darling sang on the scaffold — "Look, kid! You can't just die — you got something to finish!" [Outro — Spoken word over mournful trumpet, beat slows, gravelly whisper, cigarette exhale] Yeah... I feel the age... of those seeing clearly... When everyone's right... come what may... It's the age... of trees standing nearly... Bare... then resurrected... in spray... [Heavy beat fades, trumpet echoes, needle scratch, silence]
