Jelisaweta Fine Line Hunt Dancetrack

[intro Spoken] Taking, giving, killing, stealing, everything lives on a fine line. Without the middle ground, the game breaks, and everything becomes a hunt. Cross that mark and you lose your measure, chasing more till you lose all treasure, whoever loses their sense of proportion loses everything, only balance makes you strong. [Verse 1 Spoken with cool voice] Taking Giving Same old blade Turn it over Same sharp edge Killing Stealing Call it score Write your reasons On a locked door You call it hustle I call it haunt Every late win Has a late cost [Pre-Chorus] You stack your trophies On broken bones Tell me what you’re chasing When you walk home [Chorus] Everything lives on a fine line One step over and you’re gone blind If you cut out the middle The game breaks Every breath turns into a high-stakes chase When you hunt till you can’t feel your own skin You lose the place where the world ends You begin Whoever loses their sense of proportion Loses everything in slow motion [Verse 2] Deals and daggers Hidden in hands Smiles like contracts Signed in sand You move the markers Bit by bit Soon you’re drowning Calling it a risk You taste the power Forget the price Start calling mercy A stupid vice [Pre-Chorus] You trade your people For empty thrones Tell me what you’re keeping When you’re alone [Chorus] Everything lives on a fine line One step over and you’re gone blind If you cut out the middle The game breaks Every breath turns into a high-stakes chase When you hunt till you can’t feel your own skin You lose the place where the world ends You begin Whoever loses their sense of proportion Loses everything in slow motion [Bridge] It’s not the first step (yeah) It’s step twenty-two When “just this once” Starts sounding like truth You say “I had to” You say “they’d do worse” But every excuse Is the same curse (same curse) [Chorus] Everything lives on a fine line One step over and you’re gone blind If you cut out the middle The game breaks Every breath turns into a high-stakes chase When you hunt till you can’t feel your own skin You lose the place where the world ends You begin Whoever loses their sense of proportion Loses everything in slow motion [Verse 3 drop with duet Vocals] No middle in the mirror (Taking) Only saint or stain (Giving) All or nothing (Stealing) Or so you say again (Every heartbeat) You raise the stakes in anger (Feels like dealing) Call it “calling out the bluff” (Eyes across the table) But when every word’s a weapon (Tremor in your thumb) Even winning isn’t much (You push it just a little) Watch the whole thing come undone (Every heartbeat) [Pre-Chorus] You trade your people For empty thrones Tell me what you’re keeping When you’re alone [Chorus] Everything lives on a fine line One step over and you’re gone blind If you cut out the middle The game breaks Every breath turns into a high-stakes chase When you hunt till you can’t feel your own skin You lose the place where the world ends You begin Whoever loses their sense of proportion Loses everything in slow motion [Bridge drop 2] What if you’re wrong What if you’re right Does it still count If it costs your quiet You draw that line Like a loaded gun (hey!) But cross it once And the hunt’s begun [Outro Final Chorus] It’s a fine line Between hunter and the hunted Just one step Till mercy turns to blood Lose your balance And the ground falls out from under Whoever loses their proportion Loses everything they love Everything! Everything they love Whoever loses their sense of proportion Loses everything in slow motion