Mask On, Morals Off (Vigilante)

Yeah… it’s Vigilante, baby.

Don’t worry, I’m not a bad guy…

Well… unless you’re a bad guy. Then I’m a really bad guy.

Mask on, morals off—let’s go.

Slide on the suit, I ain’t here for applause,

I’m the kind of psycho that rewrites laws.

Peacemaker’s sidekick? Nah, I’m the star,

Cleaning up crime while humming in the car.

I’ll mow your lawn, then stab your spleen,

Whistle a tune while I paint the scene.

Justice delivered with a dorky grin,

You won’t even know till the knives sink in.

Call me awkward, call me weird,

But killers and rapists should disappear.

I’m not conflicted, I don’t debate—

If you’re evil, it’s an expiration date.

Mask on, morals off, blood on the blade,

I laugh when I kill, it’s the mess I made.

Sidekick? Nah—don’t get it twisted,

I’m the cheerful psycho you should’ve resisted.

I’m in the diner with a milkshake smile,

Then I’m snapping bones in a freestyle pile.

Moral compass? Nah, mine’s a joke,

Point it at scum, then watch it poke.

Yeah, I’m clumsy, I trip on the floor,

But still slit throats with comedic gore.

I’d kill a Nazi, a mobster too,

Hell, I’d probably kill the DMV crew.

Peacemaker’s buddy, but I’m my own freak,

I talk too much, then stab when I speak.

Giddy and lethal, a paradox vibe,

Cutting up bodies while I dance and jive.

Mask on, morals off, blood on the blade,

I laugh when I kill, it’s the mess I made.

Sidekick? Nah—don’t get it twisted,

I’m the cheerful psycho you should’ve resisted.

I don’t feel fear, I don’t feel shame,

Just point at the target and I play the game.

Smile on my face, nerves of steel,

But deep in my gut, do I even feel real?

Killing’s my hobby, but friendship’s my curse,

Peacemaker’s chaos just makes it worse.

Two broken toys in a violent play,

Kicking down doors in a comic-book way.

I’m the guy in the shadows, but also the light,

Awkwardly asking if murder’s right.

Still—I’ll gut you, cheerfully hum,

With blood on my hands and jokes on my tongue.

I don’t do this for clout or fame,

I just can’t stand when evil stays.

So if you see me, best stay pure,

‘Cause my brand of justice? Ain’t no cure.

Mask on, morals off, blood on the blade,

I laugh when I kill, it’s the mess I made.

Sidekick? Nah—don’t get it twisted,

I’m the cheerful psycho you should’ve resisted.