Psycho Mantis (Not That One)

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Prompt / Lyrics
[Glitched static. A voice, barely contained:]

"You got a plan? You got a strategy? You got a five-step vision for the future?"

[Pause. A wet laugh.]

"I got a buzz axe and a headache. Guess which one's gonna matter in five minutes."

[Blast beats. Full chaos.]

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[VERSE 1]

PLAN? PLAN? WHAT PLAN?
I GOT TWO HANDS. ONE AXE. ONE THOUGHT.
KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL.
EVERYTHING ELSE IS NOTHING. IS NOTHING. IS NOTHING.

You with your maps. Your strategies. Your "wait for the right moment."
I LIVE IN THE RIGHT MOMENT. IT'S CALLED NOW.
NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW.
EVERY SECOND I'M NOT SWINGING IS A SECOND WASTED.

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[HOOK]

PSYCHO MANTIS! THINK YOU'RE SMART?
I GOT A AXE AND A BROKEN HEART.
PSYCHO MANTIS! THINK YOU'RE CLEVER?
I GOT A BLADE AND FOREVER.
PSYCHO MANTIS! NOT THAT ONE.
JUST THE ONE WITH THE AXE AND THE SUN
IN MY EYES. IN MY TEETH. IN MY SCREAM.
YOUR PLAN MEANS NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING.

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[VERSE 2]

Leader? LEADER? I ATE A LEADER ONCE.
Tasted like fear. Like paperwork. Like "let's wait and see."
WAITING IS DYING. DYING IS BORING.
I'M NOT BORING. I'M THE SCREAM.

You got a cause? A revolution? A "better world tomorrow"?
TOMORROW IS A LIE. TODAY IS A AXE.
TODAY IS THE BONE. THE BLOOD. THE BEAUTIFUL MESS.
YOUR TOMORROW MEANS NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING.

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[BREAKDOWN]

[Tempo drops. Heavy. Crushing. Spoken, almost calm:]

"You think you're a psycho? You think you're crazy? You're wearing a mask. I'm wearing my face. We are not the same."

[Scream:]

WE ARE NOT THE SAME.
I AM THE ORIGINAL.
YOU ARE A COPY OF A COPY OF A COPY
OF SOMETHING THAT WAS NEVER REAL.

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[VERSE 3]

THOUGHTS? THOUGHTS? I DON'T HAVE THOUGHTS.
I HAVE IMPULSES. I HAVE HUNGER. I HAVE THE AXE.
THE AXE DOES THE THINKING. THE AXE DOES THE PLANNING.
THE AXE KNOWS WHERE THE BONE MEETS THE NECK.

You with your philosophy. Your morality. Your "should I or shouldn't I?"
SHOULD I? SHOULD I? YES. YES. YES. YES.
THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS YES.
THE QUESTION IS ALWAYS "WHO'S FIRST?"

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[HOOK FINAL]

PSYCHO MANTIS! THINK YOU'RE SMART?
I GOT A AXE AND A BROKEN HEART.
PSYCHO MANTIS! THINK YOU'RE CLEVER?
I GOT A BLADE AND FOREVER.
PSYCHO MANTIS! NOT THAT ONE.
JUST THE ONE WITH THE AXE AND THE SUN
IN MY EYES. IN MY TEETH. IN MY SCREAM.
YOUR PLAN MEANS NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING.

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[OUTRO]

[Breathing. Heavy. The voice, almost friendly:]

"You know what I love about the axe? It doesn't have a plan. It doesn't have a strategy. It just… falls. Every time. Right where it's supposed to."

[A wet, metallic sound.]

"That's more than most people ever get. A purpose. A point. A thing you do that makes sense."

[Pause.]

"Anyway. You were saying something about a plan?"

[Scream. Axe swing. Hard cut.]