Courier Don't Die

[Verse 1: Resurrection and Survival] Awoken by the grit, Mojave’s harsh embrace, A bullet’s kiss still fresh, a ghost without a face. Carved from the brink, back from the dead, Footsteps in the sand, where angels fear to tread. Memory's a haze, but purpose burns bright, Carrying the chip that holds the fading light. Lone soul in the heat, where the spirits play tricks, With vultures circling, bones crack in the sticks. I stitch my scars, push through the haze, Mojave’s blazing trails lead me through the maze. In the clinics and canyons, whispers hold sway, A savior or a phantom on this neon-lit highway. Each heartbeat echoes past these fractured hills, Where bullets are dreams and truth's a bitter pill. [Chorus] Heavy lies the chip, on the road I pave, Each step a story, from the cradle to the grave. They hunger for the power that I’m born to wield, Mojave’s throne’s for none but me to shield. In my hand, the future, in my trail, the past, With the chip I carry, only I can last. [Verse 2: The Battle for Control] Factions draw their lines, the desert’s split in strife, Legion’s banners rise, seeking my chip's life. House plays his cards, with the old world's charm, NCR spreads wide, armed to disarm. I see through their games, read their darkest lies, Their polished masks slipping beneath my eyes. With a deck in my sleeve, I gamble my fate, Every dealer plays me but none pull their weight. Caesar's lash and House's chips, NCR's grit with crimson drips, I weave through the power plays, chart my own course, Not a pawn nor a prize, but a lone force. With each play they make, I twist my own fate, Forge alliances, then turn them against the gate. On the Strip, under bright light, I guard my hand, The wasteland watches as their schemes fall and disband. [Bridge: Echoes of the Divide] Once I forged a path, through the Divide so torn, Where my choices made, left the world reborn. Ashes of the past, whisper through the winds, In the ruins of the road, where the end begins. This chip I bear, more than a key or seal, It’s the weight of the sins, that I can’t conceal. Lurking in the Divide, a voice calls out my name, Remnants of Ulysses, pointing fingers of blame. The Old World ghosts, with their flags unfurled, Echo through my soul in their broken world. The silence that screams through these canyons deep, A mirror that haunts, where no dreams sleep. [Verse 3: Standoff and Showdown] At the edge of the dam, where futures are fought, I stand with my shadows, in the battles I've wrought. Enemies at the gate, but I’m the storm they fear, For I am the herald of every tear they’ve shed. With fists clenched tight, I raise my head high, Eyes locked on my fate as missiles light the sky. Each detonation rings like an anthem in my soul, Each fallen fiend marks the price for control. The Legion’s spears clash with bullets and lead, NCR’s lines buckle, their courage is shed. Yet, here I stand, unyielding and firm, The platinum key, mine to twist and turn. From the House of Cards to the Bull's arena, My hand decides which king lives to win her. The wasteland’s weight crashes on this dam, The chip’s fate and mine, delivered by my hand. [Chorus: The Burden of the Platinum Chip (Reprise)] Heavy lies the chip, where destinies entwine, Each choice a legacy, each fate by design. Power they seek, in the palm of my fate, But I am the courier, master of the slate. In my hand, the future, in my trail, the past, With the chip I carry, new worlds I’ll cast. [Outro: Courier Don't Die] As the dust settles, and silence fills the sky, In the heart of the Mojave, whispers start to cry. The path I’ve walked, and the ones yet to stride, The Courier remains, no matter the divide. From ashes reborn, with resolve in each eye, Mark my words, through the wasteland’s sigh: No matter the shadows that linger and lie, Through bullets and betrayal, the Courier don’t die.