SKULL OF GODS & GUTTERS

(Intro – Low, haunted, almost whispered)

In the alleys where the angels choke,

Where the city bleeds truth in cigarette smoke…

I rise from the dirt with a heart of coal—

Frank Castle… I damn the wicked soul by soul.

(Verse 1 – Hyper-grimy rap, brutal, merciless)

Welcome to the slaughterhouse underneath the street,

Where the rats wear suits and the monsters eat.

I drag a cartel boss by his tongue through the heat,

Then tape his last prayer to his hands and repeat.

I’m the blade in the ribcage of every traffick king,

The hammer to the kneecap of the ones who cling

To power built on corpses—I make their blood sing,

Turn their empires to dust like it ain’t a thing.

You hide behind money? I’ll burn it all slow.

You hide behind tin badges? I already know.

Corrupt cop on payroll? That’s a new red glow—

‘Cause I light up the precinct when the truth won’t show.

I’m not a vigilante—I’m the end of your prayer,

A walking execution wrapped in tortured air.

If hell has a throne? I’ll drag it right here

And make every last bastard kneel out of fear.

(Pre-Chorus – Melodic, tortured, LP grief/pain)

And I can’t close my eyes—

‘Cause the memories carve me open from the inside.

I hear them screaming every night I survive…

So I make the guilty pay for the ones who died.

(Chorus – Violent, explosive, massive LP energy)

I break the chains /

I burn the filth /

I drag the wicked through the dark they built.

This is WAR—

No mercy left to feel.

Frank Castle in the shadows

Where the demons kneel.

I tear the city open /

Let the truth spill black,

‘Cause the underbelly begs

For the violence it lacks.

Skull on my chest—

Means the gods step back.

I punish every heartbeat

That preys on the cracks.

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(Verse 2 – Darkest section, extremely violent inside fiction)

I once drowned a kingpin in his own gold sink,

Held him down ‘til the bubbles spelled “think.”

Left his crew zip-tied at the crime scene brink

With their fingers in jars, floatin’ ghost-pale pink.

I’ve watched the guilty beg with their jaws unhinged,

Saw a slaver cry mercy as the street lights dimmed,

But mercy ain’t a language in the place I live—

Pain is the scripture and vengeance is the hymn.

My skull emblem glows in the night like a curse,

A sermon of violence rehearsed and reversed.

You won’t see heaven—only the universe

Closing in on your lungs as I drag you through dirt.

I’ve buried whole gangs in a single dawn,

Turned mafias to memories and legends gone.

If evil’s a kingdom, then I’m its bomb—

I don’t shoot to wound—I shoot ‘til the world is calm.

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(Bridge – Full metal LP scream, emotional collapse)

THERE’S A FIRE IN ME—

AND IT EATS ME ALIVE!

EVERY SINNER I BREAK—

IS JUST ME TRYING TO SURVIVE!

I’M A MONSTER THEY MADE—

A GHOST THEY CAN’T KILL!

I’D TRADE EVERY DROP OF BLOOD—

JUST TO FEEL SOMETHING REAL!

(clean voice, cracking)

But the pain…

It never…

Stops.

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(Chorus – Final, even heavier, more violent)

I break the chains /

I burn the filth /

I drag the wicked through the dark they built.