Terminal Rupture

(yeah) (look at the frame,

look at the block) Grey

concrete. Five corners. One wall. (true)

No escape. No shelter.

No cover at

all. Every step you take,

marked by the windowpane glare.

(uh) (eyes online) This is the protocol.

No illusion. We don't care.

City stay silent.

Deep in the rotten yards.

Old ghosts watching us.

Dealing the rusted cards.

(snap) Streets never forget the feel of the cold steel.

Somebody found the prize,

and the other one got killed.

(yeah) (no mercy in the script) Forget the long talk.

No words.

(ha) Just this one law.

You either a hammer...

or you just the noise.

You don't hear singing here.

We just count the steps.

Behind me. Heavy

sounds.

Factory blast depths. (boom)

Five

A.M. on the dial.

Grip

is too damn tight.

(shhh) Time

to cut the scene.

If

you finished the fight.

(silence on the frequency)

The quiet

is crushing.

Pushing

the skull.

Only the sound of my steps.

No more soul. The

noise. (wait) Steps. (yeah) Count: One.

(uh) Count: Five. (look) (sharp

metallic snap) STOP. (x-m)

Protocol complete. (true) No illusion.

Save

point set. (shhh)