"5 AM DIAL"

(yeah) (look at the frame,

look at the block) Grey concrete.

Five corners. One wall.

(true) 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)