Song
Ping
Ollifax
•3:16•hip-hop•dark
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Ping is a raw, unflinching portrait of hypervigilance — the way a combat-trained mind never fully stands down, even in the quiet of a grocery store or a dark bedroom at 2 a.m. From the No Respawn album by Ollifax, the track maps the invisible threat-scanning that follows veterans home, rendered in clipped, precise language that mirrors the mental state it describes. It's one of the most intimate and honest songs on the album, sitting in the space between survival instinct and the cost of carrying it.
Credits
ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax
Copyright & Legal
Ollifax Music
PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut
Lyrics
Ping. I clock it. Again. Ping. I clock it. Ping. I clock it. CLOCK IT. Door hinge clicks. Light tube hums. Footstep shifts. Body knows some. Mirror catches half a face. Mind stays still. Eyes mark place. Not twitching. Not weak. I just hear what others sleep. Tiny sound. Small thing. Store it cold when the world says ping. Ping. I clock it. Ping. I clock it. See it. Lock it. Ping. I clock it. Two a. m. Fridge light pale. Streetlight cuts through the curtain veil. Truck door shuts three houses down. My pulse stays flat. I map the sound. Old work followed. Home got thin. Every quiet room lets the radar in. No liquor poured. No escape hatch. Just breath count slow and the door chain latch. Small crack. Soft step. Wrong shadow. Not yet. Body first. Mind second. Threat pings once. I reckon. PING. Glass. Door. Floor. Light. Breath. Step. Left. Right. What was that. Where'd it move. Who saw first. What comes next. Rain taps code on the window skin. Pipe knock sounds like a room break in. Cart wheel squeals in a grocery aisle. I track every hand and I fake that smile. No one knows what the body saves. No one sees how the radar behaves. I stand calm by the cereal shelf. Whole store mapped like a hostile cell. Threat map burns behind my eyes. Red dots crawl where quiet lies. One man home. One man gone. One man hears the whole night wrong. But I don't twitch. I don't fold. I just file it in the cold. Little things poke. I don't swing. I store truth when the world says ping. Ping. I clock it. Ping. I clock it. See it. Lock it. Ping. I clock it. Ping. I clock it. Ping. I clock it. No fear. No panic. Ping. I clock it. Ping. I clock it. I store it. Fridge light pale. Door chain still. One life. No respawn.
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No Respawn
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