Momentum 2

lyric: Hit the line - full sprint, no slack, Mud on boots, blades flash back. Hands still shake, spells half-said, We’re already in their head. No brace, no wall, no second breath, We slice the gap, we steal their step. Frames collapse, commands decay, We’re inside before they shape. They lock tight - We rip the timing. Rush the clash, ride the strain, Short breath, sharp brain. Steel outruns the shaping hand, Cuts the thought, breaks the plan. Once it rolls, no brake, no drag, No step back, no safety flag. Built to split the front on hit - Live inside the impact. First one cuts into my lane, Heat coils hard inside his vein. No delay, I close the space, Steel beats spark face to face. One clean drive, one hard step, Focus cracks, rhythm snaps. He drops fast - the flow bends mine, Gap stays open, breach is live. Hear the surge - They’re on my line. Rush the clash, press the tear, Every nerve tuned tight and clear. Speed goes high, vision clean, This is how the cuts stay mean. Once the motion takes control, No slow breath, no soft hold. The opening pulls us deep inside - Don’t kill the ride. Second wave hits hard and wide, Heat and weight in a single tide. Footing slips, timing bends, Pulse goes cold, motion ends. I swing once - but speed is gone, The drive I fed keeps pushing on. I hit ground where the line broke free, Knowing they’ll carry the speed. No look back. They’ve got the run. Pass him down - don’t break stride, Eyes front, blades high. Space he cut still drags us through, Drive it hard, drive it true. Spells misfire, hands delay, Steel owns lanes, clears the way. He turned fall into forward drive - Keep it alive. No words said, only pace, Lock the push, eat the space. Second wall starts to align, Hands lift heat, voices try. We crash first - their shape breaks late, Momentum eats their setup state. Layer folds, next one forms - Still the push keeps pulling on. No pause. No rest. Only pressure in the chest. Drive through force, not into peace, No real win, no real release. Every gain flips storm to storm, Next wall waits already formed. He bought motion with the fall - We keep it breathing through it all. Only way to pay that debt Is never losing step. No calls. No signs. Only motion in the spine. If the current snaps - we snap with it. Line keeps folding, layer by layer, Still more bodies, still more fire. Every break reveals the next, Pressure stacked on pressure stacked. He fell first - not as the end, But as the spark that feeds the run. The path keeps pulling forward hard - And we are not done. #Music