Hook
How am I the demon if I keep my people safe?
Hands stay dirty so my family can escape
How are they the angels with a smile on they face
Sacrificin’ innocent souls for a cause they don’t even embrace
They preach peace while they load up the plate
Feedin’ death to the weak, call it “necessary pain”
If I’m hell for protectin’ my own
Then heaven got blood in its throne
Verse 1
They say I’m cold ‘cause I don’t give chances
But mercy ain’t free when the threat still standing
I don’t beg forgiveness from a system that’s broken
They forgive themselves, then call that “chosen”
I seen laws bend for the ones in control
I seen prayers whispered over bodies they sold
They call it a mission, I call it a lie
Belief don’t excuse when a child gotta die
They hide behind causes, flags, and names
Say “greater good” while they spread that pain
If evil wear titles and talk real calm
Then why truth always got blood on its palms?
Hook
How am I the demon if I keep my people safe?
Hands stay dirty so my family can escape
How are they the angels with a smile on they face
Sacrificin’ innocent souls for a cause they don’t even embrace
Verse 2 (Philosophy Cut)
Angels and demons ain’t born in the sky
It’s just a person that lived, then died
Carryin’ the weight of the choices they made
Judged by the roads they were willing to take
A halo don’t save you, horns don’t damn
It’s what you stood for when you had a chance
Some die saints with innocent blood on they name
Some die monsters who shielded the weak from the flame
They love labels ‘cause labels don’t bleed
Easier than face what you actually did
If after death you become what you chose
Then why truth always strike nerves when it’s told?
Verse 3 (NEW — price tag truth)
A life is a life, don’t matter the face
But once one gone and forgotten — erased
That just mean we worth what they paid
Numbers on paper, a cost for the grave
If nobody mourns, nobody rage
Then we was property staged for the cage
Worth less than the cause they defend
More useful dead than alive in the end
They don’t call it murder, they call it expense
Budgeted loss, “collateral sense”
If memory fade and the world move on
Then we been had price tags on our heads all along
Bridge (slow, heavy)
Maybe demons just people who did what was needed
Maybe angels just people who followed and never believed it
If heaven judge actions and not what you say
Then most halos gon’ crack one day
Final Hook (stripped, emotional)
So how am I the demon if nobody here dies?
And how are they angels with blood in their eyes?
If life got a value and memory decide
Then I chose to protect mine — let the labels collide
Outro
When the dirt hit the coffin, the titles fall off
No wings, no fire — just truth and the cost
So judge me however history please
I kept my people alive…
That’s the price I agreed.
SoviSilentHyena
