歌詞

Count slips

Mouth dry

Morning loads in my teeth

Back straight, eyes raw

Hands work before belief

No room for soft talk

Phone glare, pulse tight

Salt at the tongue

I don’t name the fear

I just get it done

Fall

Thru

They said slow down

They said prepare

But time leans forward

I’m already there

Breath short, jaw set

Steps misfire clean

I keep my pace

Inside the machine

Keep it aligned

Keep it close

No medals

No pose

Sleep won’t take me

Nerves won’t rest

Night keeps writing

Over me

Sleep won’t take me

Over me

If I pause, the floor remembers

If I push, the air resists

Either way, something gives

I keep my grip

FALL THRU — forward only

FALL THRU — forward only

Heart rate sharp

Vision thin

Not built right

Locked within

No speeches

No prayer

Just traction

On the stairs

Let the house stay bright

When I’m not there

Let their morning

Cut clean air

FALL THRU

Counting breath

Counting breath

Step

After

Step