[Intro]
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.
[Verse 1]
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.
[Hook]
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.
[Verse 2]
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.
[Bridge]
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.
[Hook]
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.
[Verse 3]
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.
[Outro]
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.