Cross the line, where silence breaks,
Shadows bleed into the dawn.
Every breath, a war we wage,
Every step, the past is gone.
Flames in our lungs, we run the night,
Hearts like drums in the dark ignite.
No turning back, no alibi—
We burn our names across the sky.
Fate is a blade, we grip it tight,
Cut through the fear, outrun the light.
Cross the line, alive or torn,
We die today, we’re reborn.