Rustline Vendetta

Shadows creep where the weak ones fall, Echoes of shots in the dead-end call. We built this wall from the dirt we grind, Brothers in blood, but the lines get blurred. Eyes on the prize, but trust turns to rust, One wrong move, and the powder ignites. I see 'em lurking, masks on the face, Whispers of war in this endless chase. Fists clenched tight, hearts beating wild, No room for mercy in this savage trial.

Slide on 'em quick, let the bassline roar, Rivals in the mist, settling the score. Guns talk loud when the words run dry, Loyalty breaks, and the bodies pile high. We ride or die, but the traitors bleed, In the heart of the storm, planting the seed. No peace in the night, just the fire we feed, Drill through the pain, watch the vengeance proceed.

Remember the nights we shared the last smoke, Vows in the dark, unbreakable yoke. But you flipped the script, sold the soul for a gain, Now your shadow's hunted in the pouring rain. I feel the rage boiling under my skin, Ghosts of the fallen screaming from within. Streets swallow secrets, but I know your game, One step too close, and you feel the flame. No heroes here, just survivors scarred, Betrayal's blade cuts deeper than yards.

Slide on 'em quick, let the bassline roar, Rivals in the mist, settling the score. Guns talk loud when the words run dry, Loyalty breaks, and the bodies pile high. We ride or die, but the traitors bleed, In the heart of the storm, planting the seed. No peace in the night, just the fire we feed, Drill through the pain, watch the vengeance proceed.

Pause in the chaos, hear the silence scream, Lost a piece of me in this twisted dream. Grief wraps around like a chain too tight, But the hurt fuels the fight through the endless night. Faces fade, but the memory stays, Echoes of loss in the haze of the days. One more breath, and we rise from the grave, Turn the sorrow to storm, no soul left to save.

Now the circle tightens, no escape in sight, Your crew scatters like sparks in the fight. I load up the truth with a chamber of lead, Revenge tastes sweet on the edge of the dread. Wounds run deep, but the will stays steel, Through the smoke and the mirrors, I make it real. No turning back from the path we chose, In the grip of the grind, where the wild rose grows. Final warning fades in the wind's cruel bite, This war's our rhythm, our pulse in the night.

Slide on 'em quick, let the bassline roar, Rivals in the mist, settling the score. Guns talk loud when the words run dry, Loyalty breaks, and the bodies pile high. We ride or die, but the traitors bleed, In the heart of the storm, planting the seed. No peace in the night, just the fire we feed, Drill through the pain, watch the vengeance proceed.

Yeah, the cycle spins, but we own the wheel, From the ashes we rise, make the broken feel. No end to the hunt, just the beat that drives, In the drill of the life, where the raw heart thrives. Slide... roar... score... bleed...