Heartless Since Birth

Yeah… born in blood, raised in pain—

Silver hair, thousand-yard stare, Zoldyck name.

You ain’t cut like me. You ain’t made for the shit I’ve seen.

Let me show you what it’s like to be a fuckin’ machine.

Born into murder, trained for the throne,

My lullaby was screams, I slit throats before phones.

Fuck a childhood, I had poison in my meals,

Electroshock bedtime—yeah, pain was how I healed.

Kill or be killed, that was daddy’s advice,

Mama stitched me up and smiled like, “That’s the price.”

I was breakin’ bones before I broke a voice crack,

No friends, no hugs, just blades in my backpack.

Cold-blooded, I don’t flinch when you shout,

Smilin’ while I rip my own fuckin' heart out.

Assassin genes, but I’m tryin’ to change fate—

Every step I take, I’m flippin’ off that gate.

My brother’s a bitch, my family’s insane,

Turned me to a weapon just to flex the name.

I was built for bloodshed, silent kills and scars,

But Gon showed me stars beyond my fuckin' bars.

He saw a kid where I saw a curse,

He laughed through the pain—I rehearsed the worst.

But I still got demons, still twitch when I blink,

Still hear Silva in my head like, “Kill before you think.”

Don’t confuse the calm with peace—I’m fightin’ every day,

Tryna outrun the beast they carved into my DNA.

I smile now, but fuck—I still dream in screams,

Still wired to kill when the silence gets mean.

Cold-blooded, I don’t flinch when you shout,

Smilin’ while I rip my own fuckin' heart out.

Assassin genes, but I’m tryin’ to change fate—

Every step I take, I’m flippin’ off that gate.

Godspeed mode, I’ll blink and you’re done,

I ain’t braggin’, motherfucker—I was built not to run.

You train for power—I was tortured for mine,

Every volt, every scar, every sick design.

But I ain’t your villain, don’t box me in,

I’ll kill for my crew, but I ain’t killin’ to win.

I’m walkin’ this line, and it’s sharp as hell,

But I’d rather bleed truth than live in their shell.

I’m still Zoldyck, yeah—I own that shit,

But I’m more than the blood they spilled, bit by bit.

Killua the killer? Nah, Killua the free—

And if I gotta fight fate, then fuck it—watch me.