Lyrics

[Intro – Radio Static, Boots Marching, Then a Guitar Riff Cuts In]

“Helix doesn’t run this op anymore… I do.”

(Pulse rifle SFX — then kick drum hits and guitar drives forward)

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[Verse 1 – Sharp, tight beat]

Boots down, eyes up, heart cold like steel,
Mission in the crosshair, this pain is real.
No backup, no banner, just me and the fight,
I don’t need the spotlight—I live in the night.

Lost names, lost time, but I never lost aim,
One man, one shot, still in the game.
Wounds ain’t weakness, they’re maps to survive,
Every scar’s a reason I’m still alive.

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[Pre-Chorus – Tension builds]

Crashing through fire, pushing through fear,
You’ll know I’m close when you feel me near.
Old man? Maybe. Washed up? Never.
Lock me in, I’ll fight forever.

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[Chorus – Big, anthem energy]

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Locked and loaded, I don’t miss.
Tracer in my sights, death in a kiss.
Running solo, still hold the line,
A broken legend with a battle cry spine.

Lock and loaded, heart beat’s war,
I’ve seen peace, and I asked for more.
They can run, but I don’t fold—
This soldier’s aim is ice and gold.*

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[Verse 2 – Harder groove, slight distortion]

No commands, no rules, no second guess,
Only one goal: leave the field a mess.
Old wounds flare when I load that clip,
But I steady my breath and let it rip.

I’m not the hero they paint in books,
I’m the ghost who cleared the dirty looks.
Flank wide, high ground, drop from the ledge,
One man army, toein’ the edge.

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[Bridge – Instrumental + Soldier voice clip]

(Bass drops out, only snare + guitar harmonics)

“Stay sharp. Stay deadly. We don’t stop now.”
“Tactical Visor: Activated.”

(Guitar build-up… then explodes into the solo)

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[Guitar Solo – Intense, aggressive, short and tight for comp hype]

🎸 Feels like chasing a Genji through King’s Row. Quick, chaotic, precise.

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[Final Chorus – Hit HARD]

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Locked and loaded, I don’t blink.
Final push, hanging on the brink.
Every shot’s a memory, each kill’s a vow,
I lost the past — but I own the now.*

Lock and loaded, pulse beats fast,
I fight like hell, like it’s my last.
They brought the war — I brought the soul.
I’m Soldier: 76 — in full control.*

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[Outro – Fading guitar, boots crunching again]

“Justice ain’t clean. But someone’s gotta do it.”