Escape from the Bloc

(Dark ambient city noise, sirens fading in, heavy breathing) Yeah. Concrete walls closing in. No way out but through the fire. We move quiet. We move fast. Listen.

Escape from the bloc, keep the iron in the holster. Shadows in the mist, yeah, the air is getting colder. They got the perimeter locked, drones in the sky, we dodging the capture, we ready to die. Running through the maze where the sunlight never finds us, chains on the soul but they never gonna bind us. Escape from the bloc, run until the lungs burn, life is just a lesson that you never really learn.

I’m tracing the blueprints of every alleyway, moving like a ghost while the city is on display. The rhythm of the pavement, the rattle of the gate, I’m navigating danger, tempted by the hands of fate. Every corner hides a snitch, every window has an eye, I’m watching for the blues while the black hawks fly. 3 AM, the streetlights flicker on the brick, the tension is a hammer and the air is getting thick. I got a heavy load, memories of better days, lost in the labyrinth, caught in the killer’s haze. My brothers at my back, we’re a unit, we’re a force, holding to the mission, never shifting from the course. If you hesitate, you vanish, if you blink, you meet the floor, just another casualty behind the locking door. We’re ghosts in the machine, whispers in the dark, ignited by the struggle, we’re chasing every spark.

Escape from the bloc, keep the iron in the holster. Shadows in the mist, yeah, the air is getting colder. They got the perimeter locked, drones in the sky, we dodging the capture, we ready to die. Running through the maze where the sunlight never finds us, chains on the soul but they never gonna bind us. Escape from the bloc, run until the lungs burn, life is just a lesson that you never really learn.

Footsteps echoing, heartbeat is a snare drum, waiting for the reaper, yeah, he’s bound to eventually come. Ducking behind dumpsters, scent of rusted metal, pedal to the pavement, yeah, we putting on the kettle. They’re closing off the bridges, sealing every exit point, I’m lighting up the tension like a broken, dusty joint. My vision getting blurry, the adrenaline is peaking, hearing every siren and the sound of metal creaking. We used to run these streets, now the streets are running us, turning all the gold into piles of the dust. I see the flashing lights, cutting through the heavy rain, burying the trauma, trying to drown out all the pain. They want the DNA, they want the record of the crimes, but I’m a digital phantom in these godforsaken times. Keep your head down low, keep your spirit locked inside, there’s no place to run, there’s no place to hide, but we gonna try.

(Half-time beat switch, heavy distorted bass) The wall is high, but the spirit is higher. Walk through the smoke, walk through the fire. No surrender, no remorse, just the raw power of the soul, we take the force. The concrete is weeping, the iron is cold, this is the story that’s never been told.

We made it to the edge, where the highway meets the grit, the city is a furnace and we’re trying to stay lit. Abandoned factories, skeletons of steel, watching how the destiny is starting to unreel. I see the barricades, I see the tactical gear, but I don’t feel the hesitation, I don’t feel the fear. It’s just a ritual, the exit from the cage, turning over chapters on a weathered, bloody page. My breathing is steady, my vision is a laser, I’m slicing through the panic, I’m sharp like a razor. From the bottom of the pit to the edge of the sky, I’m taking my chances, I’m choosing to fly. We’re leaving the bloc, yeah, the sirens are distant, the resistance is real and the outcome is insistent. No more looking back at the wreckage we created, just a brand new vision that is highly anticipated.

So long to the alleys, so long to the gloom, we’re vacating the shadows, we’re exiting the room. The perimeter broken, the chains are unlatched, we’re the wildfire burning in the bottom of the hatch. Don’t look for us here, we’re long gone in the wind, a circle of brothers where the spirit will begin. The concrete theology, etched in the bone, we’re coming for the future, we’re taking the throne.

(Fading sirens, distorted piano loop ending) Escape. Run. Don’t stop. The bloc is empty. We are everywhere now. (Silence)