Threshold Pulse

[Verse - spoken word - low male vocal]
Thresholds crack like concrete underfoot,
Sweat drips through the cracks where the silence grew.
Glance catches fire in the dark, a flicker's warning,
Premonition hums in the bones, a low electric storm.
Pressure builds where the shadows meet the light,
Every breath is a rhythm, every step a fight.
Feel the pulse in the veins, the world's on the edge,
This is where the line blurs, where the real gets strange.

[Chorus - low male vocal]
Threshold pulse, the world's a ticking clock,
Glance at the edge, the future's a lock.
Premonition whispers in the dark,
This is where the line blurs, where the real gets dark.