You jump from the plane in a blur
The wind makes your heavy boots stir
You land where the wheat fields are gold
A story that's waiting be told
Run for the circle of white
Hold to the grip of the light
Find you a pan and a shell
Escape from this desolate hell
You loot through a house on the hill
The air in the hallway is chill
A level two vest on the floor
You check for a lock on the door
Run for the circle of white
Hold to the grip of the light
Find you a pan and a shell
Escape from this desolate hell
The blue wall is closing the gap
You're caught in a territorial trap
The grass in the valley is high
A glint of a lens in the sky
One shot in the chamber of steel
The weight of the iron is real
No place left to hide in the grain
Only the winner will remain
You crawl through the dirt in the heat
The sound of a distant drum beat
A bandage to stop all the red
A crown for the one who ain't dead
Run for the circle of white
Hold to the grip of the light
Find you a pan and a shell
Escape from this desolate hell
The final ring shrinks to a dot
You're holding the only good spot
A flashbang erupts in the glare
You catch a sharp scent in the air
Run for the circle of white
Hold to the grip of the light
Find you a pan and a shell
Escape from this desolate hell
Winner takes the meal.
Just one left standing.
(Layered hums fade)
