Lyric

X Y, White line, long shadow

X Y, Step back, strike low

After the last train, the park turns chrome

Long shadows gather and move on their own

Vending-machine glare cuts through the dust

Sneakers scrape circles out of rust

Parking lot markings fade into grime

We use the asphalt to measure the frame

Shoulders get sharper, tempers get loud

Every wrong count pulls pressure from the ground

Loose change rattles deep in the coat

A hollow pocket tightens the throat

Black rubber tearing, tape on the sole

Still the next count drags us back whole

X, Y, cut through the line

Streetlamp shadows snap in time

Lower the stance, tighten the wire

Concrete rhythm climbing higher

X, Y, pressure and shine

Sharp white marks under neon signs

Frame by frame, collide and align

Young nerves running out of line

X Y, Cut the line

X Y, Snap in time

Step, strike, pressure, shine

X Y, Cut the line

Loose coins, back pocket

Split sole, still lock it

Cold park, hard target

One count, we mark it

Heel drag, street mark

Late train, stray bark

Sharp mood, wrong cue

Same count, still move

Who leads? Who breaks?

Which one bends? Which one shakes?

Sharp tongues, tight jaws

One step, then claws

Empty palm, basement sweat

Cheap floor, best set yet

Loose change rattles deep in the coat

A hollow pocket tightens the throat

Black rubber tearing, tape on the sole

Still the next count drags us back whole

X, Y, cut through the line

Streetlamp shadows snap in time

Lower the stance, tighten the wire

Concrete rhythm climbing higher

X, Y, pressure and shine

Sharp white marks under neon signs

Frame by frame, collide and align

Young nerves running out of line

White line, long shadow

Step back, strike low

Chrome jaw, steel shoulder

Split frame, move closer

X Y, X Y

Some nights the line feels crooked

Some hands miss the turn

Someone laughs too loudly

Someone lets it sting

Still the bass finds the ankle

Still the count finds the teeth

Still the low club opens

Underneath, underneath

X, Y, cut through the line

Streetlamp shadows snap in time

Lower the stance, tighten the wire

Concrete rhythm climbing higher

X, Y, pressure and shine

Sharp white marks under neon signs

Frame by frame, collide and align

Young nerves running out of line

X, Y, cut through the line

Streetlamp shadows snap in time

Lower the stance, tighten the wire

Concrete rhythm climbing higher

White line, long shadow

X Y, Step back, strike low