[Intro] Face forward. Salt mouth. Faceover. I stay with you. [Verse 1] From Austria, field dust on the hoodie, gravel chewing my soles, warehouse shifts, pallets skew, barcode scuffed, counting on wood. The bass tastes saline, eyes red from loading bay powder, a train slices past, I nod, gut growls, kiosk coffee, rough, cheap. Plans in marker across knuckles, not pretty, steady enough. Pack in my ears, coarse howls behind the teeth, I toss my doubts in the scrap bin; some cling, sharp. Bronze-age thump under concrete ribs, thermodynamics in breath: hot in, cold out, I sweat history. You ask about masks? Faceover, not a trick, just a chin scar, tone a bit rusty. Stage tilts, screws complain, I stand anyway, one stubborn lamp blinks orange at my forehead. [Chorus] Faceover, my skin prints text today, not smooth, not polished, plain, okay. I stay with you, pack tight to my ribs, wolves breathe beside me, grit in the air. Faceover, mouth dry but I give it. hands up, I drop, you catch, repeat it. [Verse 2] Phone buzzes, “Did you eat?” from mom, I nod to nobody. Street lamps hum; mosquitos draw circles over the kiosk tin roof. Archimedes upstairs: lever, counterweight one raw line lifts tired shoulders. My shirt smells like timber, gas-station Leberkäse roll, salt on the lip, a seed stuck between teeth, let it stay. I know kilometers, ramps, the forklift beep in my ear, skin sticks, beat sticks, both fit. Courtyard’s wild patch: wolf in the mirror, not enemy, track in dust, paw in wet, I follow me, slow. No golden mottoes, only sweat, a beer glass tipping, rusted rail, tongue saline, lungs whistling once. I stay with you, say it again, so it holds. Not shiny. Durable. [Chorus] Faceover, edges stay attached, I give you my today, unmatched. I stay with you, even when it bites, burns a bit, salt on the mouth, the kick won’t quit. Faceover, eyes open, zero glamour, you are my pack, I swear [Verse 3] From the sticks, dirt road lives in my knees, gravel snaps I carry small villages in a backpack onto city floors. Newton drops in, the apple drops too; let the math clock out, I call it falling into arms by the rail. Celtic ring in my head, warped, old, still holding that’s how loyalty feels in the hand. I taste orange in the bass, blue in sweat, green smells like metal, my ear turns mouth. Pack calls. I raise my head, instinct: legs twitch, I don’t run. [Bridge] Truth. smooth surfaces spook me. I care for you, cracks included, every bar. If I stumble, forgive the count, not me. If I fall, place me in rough, warm hands. Faceover means I show what hides, bare. If it gets awkward, stay. I stay. [Chorus (variation), half-sung, half-barked] Faceover, I peel the film back slow, rust won’t dazzle, still keeps cargo. I stay with you, even in headwind, pack together, the trail is pinned. Faceover, salt on the tongue one call, one howl, one lung. [Outro] Face forward. Track in dust. Run, run, ru... and stop. One step. Another half. I stay with you. Faceover.
