Letras
Pyro burns on the edge of the map
Jump-wick fades, no turning back
Helmet fogged, heart on the wire
Seven boards deep in the dragon's fire
Fire! Uhm
Dropped a checkmate, guns run hot
White noise chatter on a stolen comm slot
Convoy'd one pride out of a wreck
Ghosts in the dark, haze watching my back
Overwatch calls, "you're not alone"
Red pings bloom on my HUD like bones
One shot, two shot, breach that door
I'm here to settle an old pyro score
Running the convoy gauntlet tonight
Seven green lights in the dark of the fight
From checkmate's void to ruin's glare
Obituary smoke in the burned-out air
If I live through this last attack
I'm flying out, never looking back
Slip to supervisor 3-4-3-5
Red key humming like a live beehive
Obituary's halls, all blood-red haze
Two and three ripped from a server maze
Ruin station sings with broken alarms
Four through, seven cradled in my arms
Airlock sparks, last mag spent
Every step feels like a death wish rent
Doors howl open on the supervisor deck
Seven boards stacked, sweat in my neck
PA crackles, "finally, you're late"
I laugh and spit in the face of fate
Running the convoy gauntlet tonight
Seven green lights in the dark of the fight
From checkmate's void to ruin's glare
Obituary smoke in the burned-out air
If I live through this last attack
I'm flying out, never looking back
Gear lifts close, guns go mute
Polished hull, white-gold suit
Pyro's war shrinks small and dim
As I punch QT and the stars all spin
Seven boards paid for one sleek ride
Convoy king of the dark side