No one know how quiet fear can feel.
By the door it waits, like a ghost in the frame,
No pride, no power, no hunger for fame.
Just a whisper of comfort, a line in the sand —
When the world turns feral, I don’t reach for a hand.
One swing, no chat,
No threats, no sweat, just boom and that is that.
When shadows fall and lines blur apart,
When the world turns savage, I just play my part.
One swing, no chat,
No threats, no sweat, just a boom and that's that.
Not a soldier’s sword, not a hero’s hand,
Just a line I will draw in the dust and the sand.
Baseball bat — one swing, no chat,
No threats, no sweat, just boom and that’s that.
I've got a baseball bat
No threats, no sweat, just boom and that’s that.
When shadows fall and lines blur apart,
When the world turns savage, I just play my part.
I've got a baseball bat
One swing, no chat,
No threats, no sweat, just boom and that is that.
When shadows fall and lines blur apart,
When the world turns savage, I just play my part.