“1:30 A.M.”
[Intro – quiet / distant monitor beeps]
beep… beep… beep…
One-thirty in the morning…
The devil called my house tonight… saying Angie Pete only has to hours left to live
[Verse 1]
Telephone glowing in the dead of night
Cold voice cutting through the other side
“Ma’am… you need to get here now”
No mercy in the way it sounded out
Tires screaming under broken streetlights
Hands locked tight on that steering wheel ride
Every mile felt like another grave
Every prayer felt too late to save
[Pre-Chorus – low / tense]
Then they looked at her and said—
“He’s got two hours…”
Silence…
“What do you want to do?”
[Chorus – heavy explosion]
She said—
“WE AIN’T DOING SHIT TILL MY KIDS GET HERE!”
Voice like thunder ripping through the fear
Death standing in the doorway watching me bleed
But my wife was standing between him and me
You can take my blood
You can stop my breath
But you don’t drag me down to the edge of death
Because she fought like hell
With both fists raised
And ripped me back from the grave
[Verse 2]
Doctors whispering outside my room
Like they were measuring out my tomb
“Won’t make the elevator…”
“Won’t survive the ride…”
But I was somewhere lost in static
Somewhere cold and somewhere black
And through the dark I heard one thing—
“Pete… you fight your way back.”
[Bridge – stripped / haunting female-style response section]
(Stay…)
Stay with me…
(Stay…)
Don’t leave me…
(Stay…)
Not like this…
Not tonight…
[Breakdown]
You carved me open!
Stitched me shut!
Tubes and scars and gallons of blood!
You counted seconds!
You counted breaths!
You already signed my name to death!
BUT YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT WE’RE MADE OF!
[Final Chorus]
She said—
“WE AIN’T DOING SHIT TILL MY KIDS GET HERE!”
Voice like thunder cutting through the fear
Now I’m standing here with scars to prove
Love hit harder than death could move
You can take your countdown
You can take your grave
Because fighters don’t break and fighters don’t fade
And when I heard the reaper calling my name—
My wife looked back and said…
“Not today.”
This version leans into the hospital horror, the 1:30 a.m. call, and Angie becoming the force standing between you and death instead of making it feel like a celebratory anthem.
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