[Whispered Intro] DEAD OPS, DEAD OPS [Verse 1] I need to know. I need to know. I need to know Fuck you're intentions, I don't even know. I don't need to know, I'm gunna need a no. I'm gunna need a o. I needle-o I needle-o I need to know. I'm cold. Mighty bold ways I'm always trapped in. Smooth transactions of my actions, Fucking always havin to adaptin, This is my passion, but you had to bring it here, really tragic, But I'm sick of all the plastic, Gunna be a bloody mess, cause reds in fashion, Sometimes I lose my mind an forget these tactics, Wrap this snack up, special just for them, for these treaty pacifists. Sometimes I only feel life right—when I'm looking through a window. [Drop] [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Pressure in my chest like a vice when it’s clamping, Every time I breathe it’s another thing I’m scrapping. People talk peace while they’re quietly mapping Moves on my life like they’re charting out a captain. I’m tired of the whispers, tired of the acting, Tired of the “for your own good” back‑door tactics. They call it love but it’s really just practice For pulling my strings like a puppet on brackets. I’m done with the lessons they force like a habit, Done with the hands tryna shape me like fabric. Done with the ones who rewrite all my chapters Then tell me the ending is something I’m after. I’m breaking the frame that they built just to trap me, Breaking the mold that they cast to outlast me. Looking through glass ’cause the world moves past me, But when I step out, every shadow can’t mask me. I’m here. And I’m louder than the fear. And I’m sharper than the voices that appear When they tell me who to be, who to trust, who to hear— I’m the only one steering this frontier. [Final Drop] [Instrumental]
