[Intro – layered radio traffic, rising urgency] All units, hold the cordon— Night-vision is failing— Holy shit, the dark is moving wrong—[Verse 1] We rolled in with full armor and full expectation that numbers and training would be enough City block already black for three streets in every direction Streetlights dead Power grid silent The air itself felt thicker than it should have been as if the night had weight First squad pushed forward under thermal and immediately started calling distances that made no sense “Contact front—no, contact is past us—” “It’s inside the perimeter—” “Holy shit, it’s already behind the second element—” The net filled with overlapping voices none of them calm[Verse 2] We tried to tighten the box standard containment overlapping fields of fire Every textbook page we had ever studied The dark refused to stay on the correct side of the line One moment a fireteam was reporting clear the next their channel simply ended No final transmission No request for support Just absence Soldiers on the left flank stopped answering in sequence One position, then the next, then the next as if something were walking the line and turning voices off We watched the gaps open in real time on the tactical display and felt the formation begin to lose its shape[Verse 3] “Holy shit—entire squad is dark—” “I can’t see them on thermal anymore—” “Command, we are losing the western edge—” We fired into the places the sensors said movement should be The places did not react the way targets are supposed to react Shadows bent Distance collapsed What looked like fifty meters became nothing in the time it took to adjust aim The night-vision units began to white-out one after another as if the dark had decided even amplified light was no longer permitted[Chorus] We are the ones still transmitting, the ones the night has not yet erased Screaming grid coordinates into radios that keep going quiet They fall… they fall… they still fall… And the cordon is dissolving whether we call it that or not[Verse 4] Command demanded immediate status We gave them fragments because fragments were all that remained Eastern element still moving Southern element reduced Northern element no longer on the net Every update was already outdated by the time it left our mouths We tried to fall back to the secondary line and found the secondary line already thinner than the primary had been Soldiers who had been covering our withdrawal were simply no longer there The dark did not chase us It arrived ahead of us and waited[Verse 5] The remaining voices on the channel grew fewer and louder “Holy shit, it’s in the street with us—” “I can’t get a lock—” “The air is wrong—everything is wrong—” We formed the smallest defensive knot we could back to back weapons outward and felt the circle of safe ground shrink with every passing second The power did not need to rush It only needed to continue and we were the ones who could not continue with it[Chorus] We are the ones still transmitting, the ones the night has not yet erased Screaming grid coordinates into radios that keep going quiet They fall… they fall… they still fall… And the cordon is dissolving whether we call it that or not[Bridge – broken, almost resigned] We trained for superior numbers. We trained for superior firepower. We trained for every enemy that still followed the rules of distance and time. This did not follow those rules. The night simply expanded and we were the part of the map that got erased first.[Final Chorus – raw, collapsing] We are the ones still transmitting—for now—the ones the night has not yet erased Screaming into a net that has more silence than voices They fall… they fall… they still fall… And there is no secondary line left to reach[Outro – single channel, fading] Command… final status… the dark is still here… the block is gone… and we are not enough.Holy shit… we were never going to be enough
