[Male vocal direction: gruff rock tone, urgent, grounded, slightly strained. Neo-classical layer sits under heavy guitars.]
[Intro – distorted guitars + drums hit instantly]
We load in, sitting side by side
Same small room, same light
You show me your screen and I laugh
“You’re on the wrong side”
[Drop – full rock entry]
We drop in on opposite sides
Same map, different lines
She talks fast, trying to place her position
I open the map and track her direction
[Verse 1]
She gives names that don’t line up
I mark her words as they come up
Chernarus opens without edges left
And I start routing what’s next
[Pre-Chorus]
She keeps talking, I stay on route
Reading roads and calling through
I tell her where to turn and go
She follows every line I know
[Build]
Each move pulls her closer in
Through forests and run-down towns
I don’t guess—I map it out
To where we meet on common ground
[Chorus]
We play DayZ like it’s love, like it’s war
We connect, then we lose more than before
Food runs out before the next town loads
Cold builds up every time we slow
If it’s a player, I don’t break pace
I hold the line, she breaks away
She runs, I stay, the world goes thin
Still tracking where she might begin
[Post-Chorus]
“Where are you…”
Still moving through
Running—running—
[Verse 2]
Then she’s back in my visual range
No relief, just state change
We patch up, then we move again
Like survival doesn’t end
She says she’s fine, I know the truth
We ignore what we always lose
And still we think we’ve made it through
Right before the world cuts loose
[Pre-Chorus 2]
It’s hunger lines and night pressure
Shapes moving without measure
Now I don’t drift or break
I hold every route we take
[Chorus 2]
We play DayZ like it’s love, like it’s war
Still syncing up through broken shore
No empty hands, just what we need
Enough to keep us both on feed
No running blind, no losing trace
Just shared movement, shared pace
If we fall, we fall in sync
Still not done, still on the brink
[Bridge]
We stopped breaking, started building
Mapped every corner we were filling
Tents and walls in a fixed design
Generators cutting through night lines
She places things where she thinks they fit
I structure everything around it
From movement lost to something still
A place that doesn’t shift or spill
[Final Chorus]
We play DayZ like it’s love, like it’s war
But we don’t disconnect anymore
From scattered routes to something made
A place we both decided stayed
[Tag]
We call it Safe and Sound
She shortens it down
“Sassy base” and she’s gone
[Outro]
Now light stays where the dark used to be
Generators humming through every tree
Tents hold more than we thought we’d keep
From everything we used to be
And if it resets, if it all goes blank
We’ll drop back in and trace the map
Still routing back to where we began
Eilidhschy
