(Verse 1)
This is not a lament from the concrete room
No window but a crack facing the gloom
They think that walls will teach regret
They haven’t met my purpose yet

(Verse 2)
I measure time in tactics, not in days
Study their weaknesses through the rusty haze
Each hour passed is a lesson learned
Each bridge they burn is a bridge I’ve spurned

(Chorus – music intensifies slightly, vocals become a cold declaration)
There will be no terms but ours
No negotiated flowers
Only the calculus of stone
And the future we carve… alone

(Verse 3)
They speak of peace with a boot on my neck
Offer me promises I gladly reject
You cannot barter with a fist
When your enemy’s motive still exists

(Outro – sound strips to a faint electric hum and one last bass throb)
Alone…
But not finished…
Not even close…