[Verse 1] Heartbeat metronome, green lights blur, map on the windshield, edges purr. Hands on the second, split like glass, threading the needle through a storm of brass. Sirens blooming, corners tight, every micro-choice a pulse of light— I don’t rush; I aim the rush, line up the world and lower the crush. [Pre-Chorus] Count the clicks—one breath, two lanes, cut the noise, keep the veins. [Chorus] Precision is mercy at speed, gentle as a scalpel when hearts bleed. Precision is mercy at speed, I carry the moment and let it breathe. Precision is mercy at speed— hold the line, release the need. Precision is mercy— mercy at speed. [Post-Chorus Chop] mercy at speed—mercy at speed—mercy at speed… [Verse 2] Clockface flicker on the dash’s skin, seconds are cities I move within. Every sloppy motion costs a life, so I tune the motion, round the knife. Wind in the teeth of the turning hour, quiet in the engine’s flower— I’m not fast; I’m kind and clear, editing danger out of here. [Pre-Chorus] Feel the lane—one choice, two beats, drop the weight, save the streets. [Chorus] Precision is mercy at speed, gentle as a scalpel when hearts bleed. Precision is mercy at speed, I carry the moment and let it breathe. Precision is mercy at speed— hold the line, release the need. Precision is mercy— mercy at speed. [Bridge] (half-time bloom → lift) Slow it inside while the world runs hot, focus is a blanket over every shot. I could be a bullet or a guiding hand— I choose the latter, stitch the land. (High harmony:) Draw the path, erase the dread, make a safer future from a cleaner thread. [Drop] (breaks ignite; octave bass leaps; delay guitars arc like sirens) [Chorus – Lift] Precision is mercy at speed, touch like a feather where steel would lead. Precision is mercy at speed, do no harm while doing what’s needed. Precision is mercy at speed— eyes like rails, heart agreed. Precision is mercy— mercy at speed. [Post-Chorus Chop – Extended] mercy at speed—mercy at speed— (stutter) mercy at speed… [Outro] Fades of neon, engine’s prayer, soft stop—white glare. When the world runs thin and wild, I brake to kindness, clean and mild. (brake-squeal riser into white)
