[Intro] [Switch to Male 1] They can’t tell the difference. Useful. [Verse 1] [Switch to Female 1] First round snaps past my shoulder close enough to feel the heat I drop into the water and the next three chew the wall behind me They are shooting at movement Any movement I am just another shape that doesn’t belong in their night I try to call out once and get answered with another burst The language I have left doesn’t fit their radios So I stay low and keep the distance While the real threat uses the noise for cover [Pre-Chorus] [Switch to Female 1] They came to save the building Now they’re thinning the only side still fighting for it I am caught between the hungry dead And the living who won’t stop pulling triggers [Chorus] [Switch to Female 1] Every muzzle flash turns the dark into a lottery I survive by inches and old instinct The ones who should be aiming higher Keep choosing the wrong target in the water [Verse 2] [Switch to Female 1] A soldier goes down hard near the east corridor Not from me From the construct that waited for the crossfire I watch the rest of the squad light up the wrong shadow While the real one moves behind their line My body is still paying for the third rite Every sudden move costs more than it should I could let them thin themselves out But the math still ends with the constructs winning [Pre-Chorus] [Switch to Female 1] They came to save the building Now they’re thinning the only side still fighting for it I am caught between the hungry dead And the living who won’t stop pulling triggers [Chorus] [Switch to Female 1] Every muzzle flash turns the dark into a lottery I survive by inches and old instinct The ones who should be aiming higher Keep choosing the wrong target in the water [Bridge] [Switch to Male 1] Let them finish each other. Less work for us. [Switch to Female 1] I don’t have the luxury of that kind of patience Someone has to still be standing When the shooting finally stops [Chorus] [Switch to Female 1] Every muzzle flash turns the dark into a lottery I survive by inches and old instinct The ones who should be aiming higher Keep choosing the wrong target in the water [Outro] [Switch to Female 1] Stop shooting at me. The real thing is still hungry. And it’s closer than you think.
