Tick… boom… feel that quake? We break the ground with every mistake. Static burns, I’m the charge you chase, Every spark writes across your face. You say stop — I say run, You want control, I make it fun. You’re the fault line under my skin, Every hit pulls me back in. You think you’re fire, I’m gasoline, Collide too close — we burn the scene. Close enough to feel it crack, No going forward, no turning back. You call it danger, I call it play, We both know we like it this way Shockwave — when we collide, Crashing hearts in overdrive. I bite. I sting. We twist, we break, No retreat — just give, just take. Shockwave — no gods, no grace, Every hit leaves a sweet-burn taste. You strike. You grin. We want, we crave, Caught in the rhythm of a shockwave. You’re the spark that wrecks my calm, Every word a ticking bomb. Your chaos cuts — I want my share, Every scar says I was there. You keep score — I keep pace, You want war, I bring grace. Crown’s still crooked, chaos clean, I rule the wreckage, you rule the scene. You draw your lines. I cross ‘em quick. You bite too deep. You like it, slick. We don’t fall — we detonate. Shockwave — can’t pull away, Every scar just lights the way. I bite. I sting. We twist, we break, No retreat — just give, just take. Shockwave — no gods, no grace, Every hit leaves a sweet-burn taste. You strike. You grin. We want, we crave, Forever dancing in the shockwave. Boom. Yours.
