Вступление
(Ooh, ooh)
(Yeah, yeah)
Предприпев
We won’t turn a‑round, we won’t look away,
This path is ours alone, we’ll walk it every day.
We’ll reach the high‑est peak, touch the stars above,
Leaving all the noise behind — we’re in con‑trol, we’re loved.
Take the leap, seize the chance, time won’t wait at all,
Five, four, three, two — we’re star‑ting, hear our call.
Припев
You strike first — I’ll hit harder, don’t you see?
Right where it hurts the most — set the en‑e‑my free.
I’ll leave you in the dust, on these empty roads to roam,
Let this pain stay with you, make it your own.
Let it stay…
Let it burn deep in your chest, a bit‑ter note.
Куплет
You just pre‑tend to be bold and so strong,
But we’re mo‑ving forward, we know where we belong.
This ain’t some pet‑ty fight, we play for real stakes,
Every step we take echos, loud and unsha‑ken.
Your turn has come — don’t stall, don’t delay,
There’ll be no second round, that’s the price you’ll pay.
Stay out of our way, don’t try to hold us back,
We don’t need your voice, we’ve got our own track.
Припев
You strike first — I’ll hit harder, don’t you see?
Right where it hurts the most — set the en‑e‑my free.
I’ll leave you in the dust, on these empty roads to roam,
Let this pain stay with you, make it your own.
Куплет
I’m not easy to handle, that’s a truth you should know,
I rise above the ceil‑ing, break the light and glow.
The one who tried before now stays quiet, no sound,
Ask them how they’re do‑ing — better not come around.
I hold the bar so high, I won’t lower it an inch,
It’ll cost you dear‑ly, mark my e‑very word, my hunch.
Don’t even try to win this fight, it’s in vain,
The end‑ing’s alrea‑dy written: it’s mine, it’s plain.
Бридж
No mer‑cy, no pause, we don’t break, we don’t bend,
Every move we make is a sig‑nal we won’t end.
Feel the pres‑sure, feel the heat, this is our com‑mand,
We rewrite the rules today, take back the land.
Припев
You strike first — I’ll hit harder, don’t you see?
Right where it hurts the most — set the en‑e‑my free.
I’ll leave you in the dust, on these empty roads to roam,
Let this pain stay with you, make it your own.
Let it stay…
Let it burn deep in your chest, a bit‑ter note.
Финал
Right where it hurts…
No mer‑cy, till the end.
(Yeah)
(Ooh)