Eyes on the Line

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Cold dawn crawling over Chernarus pine, Empty can in my pack, one round in the nine. Boots cut through the mud by the broken road sign, Every window holds a question, every field draws a line. I check the wrecked barracks, lift a map from the floor, A cracked plate carrier, then a cough at the door. Not a man—jaw slack, dragging one leg, I keep my breath steady, keep my aim where I beg. [Chorus] We stay alive where the hard winds bite, Search those military halls before the fall of night. Rattle of a rifle, dead hands at the gate, One more mile, one more meal, one more chance to escape. Through the ash and the rain, keep your eyes on the line, Take what you need, leave a mark, keep your people alive. [Verse 2] Found a tin of beans in a flooded-out shed, Shared half with the stranger who was limping ahead. He said, “Trust is a weapon,” with his back to the wall, Then a groan rolled in low from the stairwell below. We moved through the depot, past the torn canvas flags, He took two clean bandages, I took shells for the bag. At the tree line, a red flare split the gray, We cut through the birches—no time to debate. [Chorus] We stay alive where the hard winds bite, Search those military halls before the fall of night. Rattle of a rifle, dead hands at the gate, One more mile, one more meal, one more chance to escape. Through the ash and the rain, keep your eyes on the line, Take what you need, leave a mark, keep your people alive. [Bridge] A low fire, a watch, one hand on the pack, The hills hold their silence, the road gives none back. If morning comes clean, we’ll keep moving west, If it comes with teeth, we’ll give it our best. [Final Chorus] We stay alive where the hard winds bite, Search those military halls before the fall of night. Rattle of a rifle, dead hands at the gate, One more mile, one more meal, one more chance to escape. Through the ash and the rain, keep your eyes on the line, Take what you need, leave a mark, keep your people alive. [Outro] Cold dawn crawling over Chernarus pine, One more mile behind us—still breathing this time.