Chains of Flesh, Heart of Blades (Denji)

Born broke, slayed dreams for a bowl of rice,

Cut my soul on debt, sold my organs twice.

Name’s Dénjī, devil in a boy’s disguise,

With Pōchīta by my side, I saw through the lies.

Chainsaws revvin’ in a shack full of pain,

Sleepin’ on blood, piss, trauma, and rain.

They said hell was fire, but I lived in the frost,

When my pops hung the rope, I knew I was lost.

Slice up yakuza for yen in a bag,

Still starvin’, still barkin’ for a job or a rag.

Me and Pōchīta—that mutt was my heart,

When they cut me to ribbons, he gave me a restart.

Now it’s Chainsaw time, revvin’ loud in my chest,

Tear through the devil ranks, give ‘em nothin’ but death.

But I ain’t no hero, I’m just hungry and cursed,

Give me toast and titties, I’ll go berserk.

Cháins on my soul, but my blades don’t sleep,

Rippin’ through the dark where the devils creep.

Ain’t no savior, just rage in skin,

Chainsaw Mán, let the carnage begin.

Mákimā got me twisted like wires in a snare,

Talk soft, smile sweet, but she don’t play fair.

I loved her, bled for her, broke for her leash,

She molded my trauma and called it peace.

Pówer was chaos, loud, wild as sin,

But she laughed like freedom—I’d kill just to win.

Ákī, the bro who knew death like breath,

Still hear his ghost in the wind after death.

No dream’s ever free when the blood’s your rent,

I’m the dog with a trigger, the devil’s lament.

Through guts and sorrow, I find my peace,

In every body I chainsaw to bits and release.

I ain’t soft, ain’t sane, ain’t holy or clean,

But I’ll gut every demon for a bite of that dream.

So bring on the fiends, the grief, and flame—

I’m Dénjī the dárked, and Chainsaw’s my name.

Cháins on my soul, but my blades don’t sleep,

Rippin’ through the dark where the devils creep.

Ain’t no savior, just rage in skin,

Chainsaw Mán, let the carnage begin.