Surgeon of Death (Law)

Call me cold steel, I don’t flinch, I don’t fold

Law on the scene, heart snatchin’ and soul sold

You talk justice—I talk scalpels and blood

Fuck your ideals, I operate in the mud

Born in a grave, raised in a curse

Amber Lead in my veins, watch the sickness burst

Lost everything young, Corazon showed me light

Then that motherfucker died and I sharpened my spite

Now I wield death like a weapon of art

Room open—split limbs, organs, and hearts

I ain’t here to save, I ain’t here to please

I cut tyrants down and watch 'em bleed with ease

Doffy thought I’d bow? Bitch, please—

Had that fucker kneelin’, heart froze with a breeze

I rearrange fate with a flick of the wrist

Turn gods into meat, let the void reminisce

Heart Pirates ride for blood and pain

We ain't your Navy, we ain’t playin’ the game

My will’s inked deep in every carved incision

I cut with purpose, born from cruel precision

ROOM—step in and you're fucked

Soul shift, spine snap, time's up, you're stuck

I'm no medic—I dissect to feel

You talk wounds—I leave ‘em open to heal

Blood on my coat, but the mind stay clean

Every move I make is a goddamn guillotine

Ain’t no puppet, I ain't stringed to fate

You bleed out slow while I watch and wait

Surgical silence, I don’t shout my pain

I grind it to dust, make legends go insane

Vengeance is science—fuck love and hope

Just me and this scalpel, and a world to choke

Loyal to my ghosts, Corazon in my breath

Every kill a tribute, every cut a death

I ain’t the light, I’m the cold in the flame

I end lives clean—no guilt, no shame

ROOM—step in and you're fucked

Soul shift, spine snap, time's up, you're stuck

I'm no medic—I dissect to feel

You talk wounds—I leave ‘em open to heal

A surgeon of death in a world of rot

I don’t need glory—I take the shot

Your time runs dry once my blade is drawn

Law’s not justice—it’s revenge with a scalpel on