[Verse 1]
Punchin’ in while the voices punch back,
Wearin’ deadlight smiles just to dodge that sack.
Civvie threads on a warborn freak,
Tryna blend with suits while my instincts peak.
Yo, this grid ain’t made for people like me,
I got flatline dreams and blood memory.
Learned to nod, not talk, in the corpzone grey,
But I still see red when they block my way.
Told me “heal,” I said, “frag that plan,”
I’m one gonk move from a blackout jam.
Say “peace,” I hear killvoice hummin’,
I’m the glitch in your system that keeps on drummin’.
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[Hook]
Too late to unbuild me, choom.
I was stitched from rage in a burnpatch womb.
Smile on the face, but the fuse runs deep,
You fed me war and now you want me asleep?
Nah.
I ain’t here for your scratchpay dream,
I’m the last breath in a ghostfeed scream.
Gave me a badge, gave me a desk—
Now I dream of knives in a suit and vest.
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[Verse 2]
Every handshake’s a lie I load,
Every calm breath’s a new kill code.
You call this normal? You call this peace?
I call it a leash on a street-born beast.
I ain’t chrome. I’m bone and grit,
But I twitch like I still got blood to split.
Woke up screamin’, head full of sand,
Still taste rust from the last command.
They gave me coffee, I needed chains,
You don’t fix war dogs with paper and names.
So I walk like calm and I talk like order,
But I see ghosts on every block corner.
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[Bridge – Spoken Grit, Slowed to Static]
Don’t tell me I’m lucky,
I’ve flatlined on the inside seven times this week.
This city don’t save—
It swallows and smiles.
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[Final Hook – Screamed through Static]
Too late to unbuild me, choom.
I was stitched from rage in a burnpatch womb.
Smile on the face, but the fuse runs deep,
You fed me war and now you want me asleep?
Nah.
I ain’t here for your scratchpay dream,
I’m the last breath in a ghostfeed scream.
Gave me a badge, gave me a desk—
Now I dream of knives in a suit and vest.
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[Outro – Whisper-Growl]
You want the good soldier.
But I’m the one that lived.
You want the war to end.
But I never left it