[Verse 1] I wake, teeth clenched, fists tight Blood in my chest screaming fight Grim Reaper at my heels, scythe drawn I spit fire, tell him he’s wrong Every street, every shadowed wall He hisses, “Soon, you’ll fall” I laugh, I kick, I surge ahead Turns out fear is the only thing he fed [Pre-Chorus] His silence used to weigh me down Now it trembles, I wear the crown I see the cracks in his hollow grin Realize he’s already losing [Chorus] Death’s lost leverage I still chase sparks in the dark Pulse in my veins, fire in my hands He can follow, he can mark But he can’t stop me from moving ahead He’s just a shadow on the bed Death’s lost leverage I don’t flinch—I just keep instead [Verse 2] He stalks beside me, slow and cold Counting the endings he’s been told Every warning, every threat I hear I turn to flame, refuse the fear I’ve studied loss, I’ve felt despair I’ve stared the void and breathed the air And still my heartbeat drums the street Life is sharp, and death tastes defeat [Pre-Chorus 2] He drags his scythe, I drag my rage He whispers warnings—I disengage Even knowing what comes someday I let the knowledge fall away [Chorus] Death’s lost leverage I still chase sparks in the dark Pulse in my veins, fire in my hands He can follow, he can mark But he can’t stop me from moving ahead He’s just a shadow on the bed Death’s lost leverage I don’t flinch—I just keep instead [Violin Solo] [Sharp, staccato notes start like scythe scraping] [Wailing, elongated notes scream anger and defiance] [Slow descending melody mirrors the Reaper losing grip] [Ends on a tension note that resolves into the Bridge] [Bridge] He yawns, bored of his own game I walk past without a name He wants my fear, my trembling mind I left it somewhere far behind Even the end loses its teeth When you move forward beneath [Final Chorus] Death’s lost leverage I still chase sparks in the dark Every risk, every scar I claim He can watch, but can’t reclaim I don’t need saving, I don’t need proof Just motion sharp enough to choose Death’s lost leverage And I’m still breaking through [Outro] He’ll linger, haunt, maybe wait But anger won’t open his gate Turns out life is louder than his reach And I’m still chasing, still learning to breach

Sorry, Sir Death