One Life

Hold the tether.
Stick together.
No respawn.
No surrender.
One life.
One shot.
No save.
One life.
One shot.
No save.
NO SAVE.
Boots hit dirt.
Sky gone black.
No checkpoint
to bring us back.
Line stays tight.
No man drifts.
Hard world hits.
Crew won't switch.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
Calm cool mind.
Aim better.
Metronome stepper.
Cold weather bred.
One wrong move
and the whole line dead.
One life.
One shot.
No save.
One life.
One shot.
No save.
Still here.
Still brave.
One life.
No save.
Black roof.
Red street.
Cold breath.
No retreat.
No cape.
No priest.
No golden speech
when the dogs get released.
This ain't hype.
This ain't play.
This is what
the dead men say.
Every save screen
is a soft lie.
Real world blinks
and the lights die.
Welders,
riggers,
loggers know.
Lose all night,
still won't fold.
Poor boys bled
while suits got paid.
We hold line
where the cowards stayed.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
Calm cool mind.
Aim better.
Who got one life.
Who gets no save.
Who holds that line.
Who digs that grave.
ONE LIFE.
Rain on knuckles.
Blood on brick.
Jaw clenched shut
till the teeth go click.
No liquor in me.
No soft escape.
Just war in my nerves
and a locked gate.
If the night wants
a monster made,
I put that hunger
back in the cage.
If fear wants
to own my breath,
I step through it
like debt through death.
Not dangerous.
Weaponized.
Cold dead calm
where the panic dies.
Still no crown.
Still no fame.
Just a hard code
with no save game.
One life.
One shot.
No save.
One life.
One shot.
No save.
Still here.
Still brave.
One life.
No save.
One life.
One shot.
No save.
One life.
One shot.
No save.
Hold line.
Aim straight.
One life.
No save.
Hold the tether.
Stick together.
One life.
No save.
Rain keeps falling.
Line stays tight.
One life.
One night.