Rounds Call from Rounds by Mediq
Tracklist
| 9. | Rounds Call | 3:16 |
Lyrics
Morning barks, breath stuck in a staccato roll
Badge clicks once, I shoulder the block’s control
Pager coughs, rivals ghost behind a clipped page
Clipboard creaks with the weight of unscripted rage
I scope alleys where privilege unravels pride
Mask my nerves in Blackbook notes, staccato stride
Ward clock stutters—lines traded quick mid-glance
We draw borders at dawn, daring fate with a stance
Rounds flicker static—rank sharp in morning hush
Caseband snaps, snapping tension with a wry crush
My gaze catches errors, hands tune the storm
Status trims compassion thin, tradition the norm
I read between murmurs, chase certainty’s ghost
Still, I answer the call, side by rival, at post
Rounds call out—breath collides, code blue shines through
Division fades, we synchronize, purpose pulls us true
Under crisis, unity’s the stripe we wear anew
All hands gather, we push the ward right through
Hold the line, call the code, together we choose
Rounds call, rounds call, rivals become the crew
My steps borrow courage from the phrase you tossed
Pride traded for a steady hand—never count the cost
Alarm’s red pulse turns rivals into a team
Difference dissolves in adrenaline’s seam
In crisis, we breathe names, deliver what we mean
Blackbook wisdom lights the veins, unseen
Rounds call out—breath collides, code blue shines through
Division fades, we synchronize, purpose pulls us true
Under crisis, unity’s the stripe we wear anew
All hands gather, we push the ward right through
—Code blue, room fourteen, stat—
—Push the meds, draw the line, clear—
—Breathe the rhythm, steady now, shift near—
—Calls entwine, rivals gone, echo the plan—
We lift each other here, nobody stands alone
Rounds call out—breath collides, code blue shines through
Division fades, we synchronize, purpose pulls us true
Under crisis, unity’s the stripe we wear anew
All hands gather, we push the ward right through
Rounds call echoes long after the code is run








