[Intro – slow, almost tender] Seven hundred ninety-four… The footsteps have grown uneven. The breathing has grown loud. I am already closer than they know.[Verse 1] I followed without ever needing to match their pace The power moved ahead of me, narrowing every possible path I watched them choose street after street each one leading deeper into the grid I already owned The city itself seemed to cooperate turning open routes into dead ends turning hope into simple geometry I stayed just far enough behind for the fear to do most of the work Every time they glanced back the dark only looked empty Every time they looked forward the dark had already rearranged the options[Verse 2] I felt the exact moment their legs began to fail The rhythm of their running broke became staggered, desperate, human I slowed even more letting the last reserves of strength drain away while the night grew heavier around them Neon signs that still worked flickered and died as I passed beneath them Windows stayed black Doors stayed sealed The entire block seemed to understand that this stretch of street was no longer part of the living city[Verse 3] They reached the corner where two wide avenues met and found only wall on one side open dark on the others Nowhere left that had not already been claimed I watched them stop watched the full understanding arrive in the sudden stillness of their shoulders I closed the final distance without sound without hurry The power filled the space between us until there was no space left to measure They pressed against the brick as if the building might open and let them through[Chorus] I am the night that always arrives, the end that never loses the trail Power closing the last of the space without fail They fall… they fall… they still fall… And this one has finally reached the end of the road[Verse 4] I stood in front of them while the last streetlight above the corner gave up completely The dark became absolute yet I could still see every detail of their fear The rapid rise and fall of their chest The way their hands searched the wall behind them for a door that was never there I let the moment lengthen long enough for the silence to become the loudest thing long enough for them to understand that running had only ever been temporary that every street in this city had always ended here[Verse 5] The power settled around us both thick and still and certain I felt the count waiting patient as ever for the moment the number would rise again There was no need for words The night had already spoken in the emptied avenues in the failed lights in the simple fact that I was here and they were not elsewhere[Chorus] I am the night that always arrives, the end that never loses the trail Power closing the last of the space without fail They fall… they fall… they still fall… And this one has finally reached the end of the road[Bridge – calm, absolute, almost quiet] They always believe the next turn will save them. They always believe speed is enough. They never understand that once the power is awake the entire city becomes the trap and I am only the part of the night that arrives last to close it.The running ends. The list continues.[Final Chorus – low and certain] I am the night that always arrives, the end that never loses the trail Power closing the last of the space without fail They fall… they fall… they still fall… And the number is already preparing to rise[Outro – long, still silence] Seven hundred ninety-five… The corner remains. The wall remains. The city remains.But the distance between us is gone.The mind never sleeps. The power never rests. And the count… moves forward.
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