[Intro] (Immediate mechanical bass pulse, two metallic impacts) (Low male voice, completely unbothered) Again? (Single heavy kick) Alright. [Verse 1] (Low baritone, cold conversational cadence) (Grinding bass, tightly gated guitars) First time the floor fell out, I thought I'd seen the end. Now I check where the pieces land, And do the work again. I used to give disasters names,[rap ad lib: working through the pain] Now they're numbers on a list.[rap vocals:] I'm so tired I'm pissed Same weight hanging off my neck,[rap vocals:]can't stop to look back Just learned to move with it.[rap vocals:] gotta groove with it stay true to it Don't call me bulletproof, BANG.........BANG! I still feel every hit. off what I'm goin through But the hundredth fucking crisis Doesn't earn a fucking flinch. BITCH! [Pre-Chorus] (Drums accelerate, guitars tighten) [Rap vocals:]Ask me if I'm tired,ask me if I bleed I'll tell you straight up truths you cannot see, rolling with the punches never givin lies seeing sorrow behind dull eyes ask me if I'm quitting your lack of vision shows you what's written right in front of your eyes rip if the disguise lay bare the lies] [female vocals:hold on tight for the ride (Dead calm) Nah. Sounds too easy. [Chorus] (Explosive industrial metal, crushing half-time groove) (Powerful chest-driven male yells) BE THE ONE THEY CAN'T EXPLAIN! STILL ON YOUR FEET THROUGH THE WEIGHT! LET 'EM STARE LIKE THEY'VE SEEN A GHOST! (Layered aggressive shouts) HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY STILL GOING?! (Full-band rhythmic impacts) NO CROWN! NO CURE! NO WAY OUT! ENDURE! NO PROMISED LAND TO GET TO! SEE TOMORROW THROUGH! [Verse 2] (Beat strips back to distorted bass and mechanical percussion) (Relaxed, contemptuously casual delivery) They tap out, they fold, They find a way to leave.[rap vocals: what they cannot hold] I don't begrudge an open door,[rap vocals: walk right on the solid floor] Just never had one for me. Cards were marked before the shuffle, Dice were loaded in the cup. I can lose a thousand hands, Still gotta get the fuck back up. No fallback waiting in the wings, No second life in reserve. I'll stay inside my fucking lane, And get done what I deserve. You call that mountain impossible? I've climbed it twice this week. It hasn't gotten any smaller. I've just got less to seek. [Pre-Chorus 2] (Heavy syncopated kick and bass) "How much more can you take?" Enough. "You're going to break!" Maybe. "Then why keep going?" (Beat cuts completely) Because I can. [Chorus] (Full-band impact, wider guitars, heavier bass) BE THE ONE THEY CAN'T EXPLAIN! STILL ON YOUR FEET THROUGH THE WEIGHT! LET 'EM STARE LIKE THEY'VE SEEN A GHOST! (Layered aggressive shouts) HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY STILL GOING?! NOT NOW! NO CURE! NO WAY OUT! ENDURE! NO PROMISED LAND TO GET TO! SEE TOMORROW THROUGH! [Bridge] (Industrial rhythm disintegrates into a slow sub pulse) (Close-mic baritone, dry and emotionless) "What made you this way?" No single wound. No defining blow. Just a thousand ordinary mornings With nowhere else to go. Tenderness wore thin. The world refused to bend. No one waiting underneath To catch me when I'd land. The first time nearly broke me. The next one hurt me too. Eventually the extraordinary Became what I just do. [Breakdown] (Everything stops except a slow heartbeat-like sub) (Spoken, intimate, almost bored) "What are you fighting for?" Tomorrow. "What if tomorrow's just as bad?" Then I'll see that one through. "And after that?" (Pause) Same answer. (Massive bass and guitar impact) ENDURE! [Final Chorus] (Maximum intensity, distorted bass surges) (Fierce male shouts, commanding and rhythmic) BE THE ONE THEY CAN'T EXPLAIN! THE ONE STILL MOVING THROUGH THE PAIN! LET THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD STAND THERE AND ASK- HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY STILL GOING?! THEY CAN COUNT EVERY LOSS! THEY CAN MEASURE THE COST! BUT I'M STILL HERE! ENDURE! NO FINISH LINE! NO GUARANTEE! NO BETTER DAY PROMISED TO ME! ONE MORE DAY! ONE MORE MOVE! SEE TOMORROW THROUGH! [Pre outro rapped] Always obsesin your truth of the lesson bitching moanin groanin loanin excuses aggression stacking the deck in my favor grindin up adversity tastin the flavor I'm breakin past the labor laid down at my feet screaming out the motion and the notion that it takes to speak holdin contempt in my chest breaking from the test but I'll keep movin to stay above the rest [Outro] (Everything falls away except the original mechanical pulse) (Low conversational baritone) "Tomorrow?" Yeah. "And then?" The next one. (Instrumental continues for two measures) (Abrupt cut mid-rhythm)
