I’ve burned the maps, I’m out past saving, It’s all or nothing — no more waiting. I carved the scars to mark the climb, “mark the climb.” Every heartbeat kept in time. The edge is whispering my name, “You want the crown? Then play the game.” Every ember born from pain, Sparks the drive I can’t contain. All or nothing — I’m not retreating, I’ll keep bleeding, undefeated. The line I cross becomes my reason, Break or rise, I’ll change the season. I’ve tasted faith and called it doubt, Built my worth from breaking down. If failure’s fire makes me whole, Then let it burn straight through my soul. Every echo begs for care, But I’m not built to stop and stare. All or nothing — no surrender, Pain’s a truth I won’t remember. The fall, the climb, the same devotion, I’m baptized by my own emotion. The risk is the reason I breathe! The risk — the reason. The weight’s the release that I need! The weight — I need it! Call me reckless — fine! Reckless, fine! I was born to cross the line! Cross the line! I’ve burned the maps — no hesitation, It’s all or nothing — my salvation. “I gave it all — I gave it all!” “Don’t pull me back — I’m already gone!” “Win or lose — it’s everything!” “All or nothing…” “That’s my spirit…” All or nothing…”
