

An internal squad on the line. Half of him shouts, half holds time. Thoughts march like bootprints, Arctic sheen on each one.
Musical Details
BPM
146
Key
C# minor
Camelot
C#m
ISRC
QT3FH2630785
Music Video
Credits
ProducerPeter Jaffray
Copyright & Legal
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut, Canada
Lyrics
Step in my head. Hear how it sound. Click. click. Thoughts march. round after round. Click in the dark mind reset. March in the brain no regret. Hold that tether inside my chest. Metronome heart never let it rest. Cold in the breath calm in the kill. Everything quiet till I move my will. Thought drill, thought drill stay still. Northborn mind on a southern trap trill. I talk to myself like a squad on the line. Half of me shout, half stay in time. One side whisper, Ease that strain. Other side bark, Hold your lane. Crowded inside but the beat stay clean. Everything measured nothing unseen. Thoughts march tight like bootprints mean. Every idea sharp Arctic sheen. I'm built on rhythm breath, step, shot. Never lose pace even when I ought. No runaway mind, no panic drop Just a line of ghosts that I never forgot. Inhale slow. Hold. Let it go. Three clicks mind reload. Cold thoughts follow the code. Click in the dark mind reset. March in the brain no regret. Hold that tether inside my chest. Metronome heart never let it rest. Cold in the breath calm in the kill. Everything quiet till I move my will. Thought drill, thought drill stay still. Northborn mind on a southern trap trill. Some nights feel like fists in my head Old wars waking up in a new cold bed. Vision glitch flash white, flash red But the beat inside me keep the fear dead. I walk like a threat but I think like a monk. Silence louder than a trunk full of funk. No loud screams just low bass thunk. Rage in the pocket calm in the junk. Hold the tether even when I'm alone Storm in my skull still calling me home. Born with a mind that cuts like chrome Every thought sharp, heavy like stone. Click. click. Thoughts don't slip. Grip. grip. Never lose grip. If the world goes wild I stay aligned. Chaos outside order in the mind. Click in the dark mind reset. March in the brain no regret. Hold that tether inside my chest. Metronome heart never let it rest. Cold in the breath calm in the kill. Everything quiet till I move my will. Thought drill, thought drill stay still. North born mind on a southern trap trill. Mind steady. Beat ready. Thought drill stays deadly.
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