Run, Sergeant, Run

[Verse 1]
Boots on the track
Whistle cuts the cold air
Clock starts screaming
Every breath a small flare
Sweat in her eyes
Lungs burning like fire
Every step louder
Like a drum getting higher
[Chorus]
Run
Sergeant
Run
Feel that thunder in your chest
Heart’s gonna burst
But you’re beating every test
Seventy-six and you’re still not done
You didn’t break
You became the gun
Run
Sergeant
Run
Run
Sergeant
Run (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Medics on the side
Clipboards counting each lap
World gets narrow
Just the gravel and the track
Legs start to shake
Vision goes thin and white
But she digs deeper
From a long-ago fight
[Chorus]
Run
Sergeant
Run
Feel that thunder in your chest
Heart’s gonna burst
But you’re beating every test
Seventy-six and you’re still not done
You didn’t break
You became the gun
Run
Sergeant
Run
Run
Sergeant
Run (oh yeah)
[Bridge]
Every stripe on your sleeve
Paid in sweat and late nights
This is just one more hill
One more line in the fight
When the world says “stop”
You just bite and push through
’Cause that standard on paper
Can’t measure you
[Chorus]
Run
Sergeant
Run
Feel that thunder in your chest
Heart’s gonna burst
But you’re beating every test
Seventy-six and you’re still not done
You didn’t break
You became the gun
Run
Sergeant
Run
Run
Sergeant
Run

rock, Classic arena-rock drive with chugging guitars, steady kick on every beat, male vocals belting. Verses stay tight over crunchy power chords; chorus widens with big gang shouts and soaring lead. Short, searing guitar fills between lines and a brief halftime bridge before the final uplift., classic rock