Plant the Spike

[Intro] *(Instrumental build: layered synths, alarms, muffled radio chatter, escalating drums)* [Verse 1] Clock’s tickin’, no resets, I’m locked in the grind, Eyes on the site—rotate left, catch ’em blind. Smokes in the air, but I’m clear in my mind, Flank like a shadow, leave tracers behind. Trigger discipline? Nah, I’m *law* when I spray, One tap to the dome—call it Judgment Day. Entry frag, breach the gate, let the chaos unfold, Ult’s ready—watch the fire rain gold. Pressure’s a blade balanced sharp on my chest, Split-second vision—I play God, second-guess. Plant the spike? Nah, I’m planting my flag, Last hope in the clutch—either glory or tag. [Chorus] Plant the spike, light the fuse, watch the world ignite, Every breath’s a gamble, every step’s a firefight. Rotate, reload, reset—still I rise, My trigger’s the judge, and the verdict is *strike*. Heartbeats sync with the b**b’s neon glow, Win or lose, I’m the storm—you can’t outrun the blow. Clock’s at zero—legacy’s carved in the dark, Plantin’ more than a b**b… I’m leavin’ a *mark*. [Verse 2] Alarms in my veins, I’m a ghost in the fray, Flashbangs pop—still I see through the gray. Mind’s a chessboard—I’m three steps ahead, Trade flesh for the spike, let the angels turn red. “Spike planted”—now the world holds its breath, Defuse or defeat? I dance with death. Fake the retreat, double back, hit ’em slick, Paranoia’s my rhythm, their nerves are the click. Clutch or collapse—no room for a maybe, Finger on fate’s throat, scream “*Watch the baby!*” Neon trails where my dagger once flew, Killjoy’s bots? I’m the glitch in the code—*who’s who?* [Bridge] *(B**t drops to haunting synth hum, distant sirens)* One bullet left in the chamber, the weight’s on my shoulders, Echoes of “*Rotate!*” fade—now the night grows colder. Legacy’s a whisper, but the spike’s a roar, Win or lose, I’m the crack in the core… [Verse 3] Final round, no respawns—it’s do or die, Phantom’s whisper cuts through the battle cry. Smokes fade, site’s bare—now the truth’s in the open, Aim’s steady, but the soul’s barely copin’. Victory’s sweet, but the scars never lie, Every wound’s a story, every scar’s a goodbye. Plant the spike? Nah—I’m unearthing the grave, Born in the chaos, baptized in the brave. [Outro] *(Instrumental fades: distorted radio static, distant explosion echoes, synth drones dissolve)*