(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)

Razor’s Edge