Scratch the skin off

I been scratchin’ at the back’a your brain, choom,

Caged in chains made of guilt and fumes.

You sip synthcoffee and nod for the cams,

While I dream ‘bout necks in my goddamn hands.

You play civil, I crave purge,

You clock in—I surge and splurge.

You kiss chrome boots, I spit on gods,

You soft-coded, I live for odds.

This ain’t a meltdown, it’s a break in the dam,

I’m the kill-code screamin’ in your neural jam.

Gonks preach peace in a bloodstained zone,

But I wear scars like a god killers throne.

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Tear off the mask, lemme talk for a bit,

Your smile’s a leash, and I’m sick of this shit.

I’m the part that don’t beg, don’t crawl, don’t quit—

I’m the kill in your calm, the blood in your spit.

Flatline dreams? I keep ‘em warm.

Got scratch on my knuckles from breakin’ form.

You blend with suits—I blend with war.

I’m the glitch in your peace, I’m the deadlock’s roar.

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Every breath you fake, I grow teeth.

Every suit you shake, I crave grief.

I got manic eyes and burning lungs,

I’m the phantom in your skull when the murder drums rung.

Gimme one gonk move and I’ll own this route,

Put a shiv through the system ’til the grid shorts out.

You think I’m just static, a ghostfeed haunt?

I’m the scream in the servers the corps don’t want.

Shoved me down like I’m some sick phase,

Now I rise with blades and blackout praise.

This ain’t therapy, it’s a goddamn hunt—

You preach restraint, I slam jaws up front.

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You keep patchin’ holes in your civvie disguise,

But I’m the rot in your thoughts when you close your eyes.

I don’t forget.

I don’t forgive.

I wait.

I build.

And when I hit the surface…

…you flatline, I live.

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Tear off the mask, lemme talk for a bit,

Your smile’s a leash, and I’m sick of this shit.

I’m the part that don’t beg, don’t crawl, don’t quit—

I’m the kill in your calm, the blood in your spit.

Flatline dreams? I keep ‘em warm.

Got scratch on my knuckles from breakin’ form.

You blend with suits—I blend with war.

I’m the glitch in your peace, I’m the deadlock’s roar.

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You call it madness.

I call it waking up.

And I ain’t going back, choom.

Ever