[Intro] Pressure hits before I arrive No lead in, no distance Just thrust No return, no overview I stay in motion Because stopping tears [Main Cycle] I am inside the process I built it myself Every step carries the same weight Thought turns into mass Breath becomes function (Not out) (Not out) (Not out) (Not out) [Break Section] The system gives, but holds Everything narrows No names No images Only response I do not stop I shift Until it carries again [Final Drive] No ending planned Only forward force If I brake, I lose form So I stay inside Pressure keeps me intact
