Intro

Pigylane—lock in, lights out!

Verse 1

You draw the map, I break the frame

A hundred voices, one calls my name

Hands steady, eyes on the prize

One last round and we take the rise

Pre-Chorus

Count it down, no turning back

Every move lands on the track

Chorus

Pigylane, we take the high ground

Turn it up, let the whole world hear our sound

Through the fire, through the final fight

We hold the line, we own the night

Pigylane—stand tall, strike fast

Make this moment last and last