WoT Blitz - Help, I get stuck at the end...

Описание: There is just no knowing where you will end up.... ;)

Lyrcs:
Game of Instinct

Got my tracks humming like an old refrain,
Thousands of battles, etched in my brain.
I’ve seen meta’s rise, and I’ve watched patches fail,
From paper tanks driven by the thickest whale.
I know every angle, every ridge and line,
When to push the flank, when to just, buy time.
It’s only a game, yeah I know that’s true,
But experience whispers when something’s askew.

Mini-map blinking, my gut says “wait,”
That heavy’s late, that push came straight.
I’ve learned to listen to that quiet sound,
The voice of mistakes I’ve already found.

I’ve got battles under my belt,
Scars in my stats, lessons I’ve felt.
It’s just a game, but I still get tight
When the numbers lie and the play ain’t right.
I check my feeling, take a deeper look,
Pull the replay, read it like a book.
And I sigh real slow with a half-smile grin,
Yeah, I knew it then… I was right once again.

New tank rolling, shiny paint and hype,
But the armour don’t hold like the forums type.
Shells go wide where they shouldn’t stray,
RNG laughing like it’s got something to say.
Teammates Yolo, blame the ping,
I’ve seen this movie, know how it ends.
Not mad, just tired in a veteran way,
Seen too much fire to burn every day.

Cross-hair steady, the math don’t lie,
That pen won’t work, no matter how I try.
I back it up with what I know,
Years of losses paid in well-earned ‘M’s.

I’ve got battles under my belt,
Scars in my stats, lessons I’ve felt.
It’s just a game, but I still get tight
When the mechanics drift out of sight.
I check my feeling, take a deeper look,
Pull the replay, read it like a book.
And I nod real calm, no need to shout,
Yeah, my gut knew what this was about.

Camo net math running quiet in my head,
View range capped but I know who’s still un-spotted ahead.
Bushes double-stacked, I don’t break the line,
Sixth sense ‘Silent’, but that don’t mean I’m fine.
A P loaded first, but I’m ready to switch,
H E for the paper, gold when the angle’s a bitch.
No light on the flank, that’s the loudest sign,
When the map goes dark, I know it’s not by design.

Not here for glory, not chasing fame,
Just love the rhythm of a well-played game.
But when something’s off, I won’t pretend,
Instinct’s an old friend I trust in the end.

I’ve got years in the queue, night after night,
Learned when to fight and when to disengage right.
It’s just a game, yeah, still I care,
Because knowledge weighs more than random flair.
So I trust that feeling,,,
,,,I trust that feeling,,,

©Mike Howes aka Silent Cougar
19th January 2026