[Intro – piano, breathy vocal, faint choir] Don’t ask me what I’d do… Ask me what I already have. [Verse 1] We drew a line in warmer days Swore we’d never cross that place Said we’d rather die with clean hands Than live with knives we can’t erase But hunger changes every word And fear rewrites the rules we learned When winter comes with empty mouths A promise is the first thing burned [Pre-Chorus] I hear my heartbeat say “survive” Like that’s the only truth alive [Chorus] Desperate decisions How far is too far when the night won’t end? Do I trade your breath for mine And call it mercy in the end? Desperate decisions Lines I swore I’d never step across If I live… will I be me? Or just the echo of the cost? [Verse 2] You look at me like I’m still good Like I’m still made of flesh and blood But I can feel the animal Rattling chains inside my ribs We run from teeth, we run from cold From empty roads and stories told And every time we almost make it Something asks for what we owe [Pre-Chorus] A single choice, a single push A second that becomes a hook [Chorus] Desperate decisions How far is too far when the world turns black? Do I leave you in the dark So I can crawl my way back? Desperate decisions Unthinkable becomes a plan If I cross that final line Will I still be human then? [Bridge – heavier, strings + guitars, choir rising] If they’re closing in, if we can’t outrun If it’s your scream or mine… What have we become? I can hear the footsteps—close, close, close And I can’t tell if it’s them Or my own ghost (half-time hit) You said, “Don’t let me turn into a weight” You said, “Promise me you won’t hesitate” But you don’t say it with a knife at your throat You don’t mean it when the air runs out of hope [Breakdown – quiet, trembling] I hold your hand and feel it shake Like mine is shaking too And I’m terrified the monster Isn’t them… It’s what we’ll do [Final Chorus – biggest, operatic] Desperate decisions How far is too far when it’s life or death? Do I sacrifice a friend For one more stolen breath? Desperate decisions I can’t wash the choices clean If I live through this night Will I hate what I’ve become? [Outro – piano only] If survival is the answer… Then why does it feel like loss?
