Scissors to the Soul

They told me I was sunshine—nah, I’m a fuckin' storm.

Lost my smile in the silence, now I’m built to deform.

I played Rock Paper Scissors with death, and I won—

But fuck what I became just to say it was done.

Started off bright-eyed, dumb little kid,

Lookin’ for my dad, chasin’ dreams he hid.

But this ain’t no bedtime tale, no hero’s arc—

I traded my joy for a blade in the dark.

I got friends, yeah—Killua held me down,

But I was too busy chasin’ blood in this fucked-up town.

I saw Kite fall, and somethin’ snapped in me,

Now it’s rage, not Nen, that fuels my energy.

Rock smashes bones, Paper burns your fate,

Scissors to the soul, I ain't tryna debate.

I don’t fight fair, I just fight to kill—

Fuck mercy, I’m high on this vengeance thrill.

This ain't that kid who laughed in the trees,

This is that monster who fucks up kings on his knees.

I gave up growth, I gave up time,

Grew ten years in a second just to cross that line.

I ain’t proud of the shit that I did,

But I’d do it again just to avenge that kid.

Ripped Neferpitou’s face like it owed me pain,

And stared in the mirror like, “You’ll never be sane.”

I ain’t sorry, I ain’t holy, I ain’t soft,

That hope you loved? Yeah, that shit got lost.

Now I spit venom with a smile like Ging,

Raised by absence and broken wings.

I should’ve played with toys, not lives—

But fate don’t care, it carves with knives.

And I cut deep just to feel control,

Burned my soul just to fill that hole.

Rock smashes bones, Paper burns your fate,

Scissors to the soul, I ain't tryna debate.

I don’t fight fair, I just fight to kill—

Fuck mercy, I’m high on this vengeance thrill.

I hurt Killua too, fuck, that’s real,

He saw the shift—saw the joy I killed.

He begged me to stop, but I couldn’t feel,

Just that hunger, that need, that thrill to kneel...

...my enemy. Make ‘em suffer like I did,

Make ‘em cry out like Kite never did.

I don’t wanna be a hero—I wanna be feared,

'Cause the world don’t love kids, it feeds on tears.

So don’t call me savior, don’t call me right,

I’m the boy who burned himself for spite.

And if you step, bring more than pride—

‘Cause Rock Paper Scissors means somebody dies.