Verse 1

Rain cuts the glass at the terminal gate

Bir move quiet, but the clock won’t wait

Black kit, tight ranks, eyes on the line

A departing hull is our last green sign

Pre-Chorus

The check-in lights blink red, then white

One more corridor, one more fight

You hear the engines call through the wall

No one gets left when the doors close at all

Chorus

Run for the ramp, keep your head down low

Tarkov behind us, nowhere else to go

Bir at the terminal, breaking through the line

The ship is pulling out—we’re out of time

Run for the ramp, don’t look back now

We make that deck, we make it somehow