(Heavy, driving guitar riff opens)
Verse 1
The stadium is silent, but the air is thick with ghosts
A crowd of ancient witnesses, a thousand broken hosts
They ran the fire, they knew the cost, they bled upon the track
So strip the anchors from your soul, don't look, don't ever look back
Pre-Chorus
It’s the weight, the dead weight, the sin that trips and ties
A shadow in the corner, with empty, hollow eyes
But the finish line is shining, a light in the darkest storm
You're built for the long haul, to keep your engine warm
Chorus
Run this race, run it on the razor’s edge
Keep your eyes on the Champion, standing on the ledge
He felt the shame, he wore the cross, a crown of thorns for you
The discipline is brutal, but the promise is true
When your hands are tired, when your knees are weak and done
Take a new grip, and keep running 'til the morning comes!
(Tempo picks up, drums hit harder)
Verse 2
Did you forget the sermon, the words that cut like wire?
The Father's hand is heavy, but it purifies the fire
He won't let you be illegitimate, He won't leave you to the void
The pain is just the process, the bad is being destroyed
It’s never fun, no, it's not a gentle grace
It’s the dark night of the spirit, a grim and lonely place
Pre-Chorus
But afterward, the harvest, a peaceful, perfect yield
The quiet strength you gather, a scar that will be healed
So stop the staggering, stop the falling, the path is straight and true
What makes you weak will make you strong, when you see the whole thing through
Chorus
Run this race, run it on the razor’s edge
Keep your eyes on the Champion, standing on the ledge
He felt the shame, he wore the cross, a crown of thorns for you
The discipline is brutal, but the promise is true
When your hands are tired, when your knees are weak and done
Take a new grip, and keep running 'til the morning comes!
Bridge
Think of the hostility, the lies they threw at Him
You haven't fought to the bloody end, you haven't faced the brim
You're still breathing, you're still fighting, you're still on the wire
Submit to the fire!
(Guitar solo - fast, dissonant, then resolving into a powerful, simple melody)
Chorus
Run this race, run it on the razor’s edge
Keep your eyes on the Champion, standing on the ledge
He felt the shame, he wore the cross, a crown of thorns for you
The discipline is brutal, but the promise is true
When your hands are tired, when your knees are weak and done
Take a new grip, and keep running 'til the morning comes!
Outro
Take a new grip... (Whispered, echoing)
Strengthen your weak knees... (Fading out with a final, crashing chord)
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