[Intro: MALICE — Suspicious] Right. Something’s wrong. Nobody’s arguing. Nobody’s pissed off. Scott’s not spiralling. And I’m... in a good mood. I don’t trust this shit. [Beat Drops] [Verse 1: MALICE] Peace feels fucking weird, I keep waiting for the catch, Like somewhere round the corner there’s a bastard with a match. But nah. Nothing. Road running clean, Blue E92 and the dash glowing mean, Bass in the floor, night air through the vent, And for once in my life I’m not one hundred percent ready to snap. That’s concerning. I keep checking myself like, “Malice, mate, you working?” Yeah. Still here. Still got the temper. Still got enough rage to remember September. But tonight? I’m alright. Which is deeply fucking unsettling if I’m being precise. [Chorus: MALICE — Melodic] Peace feels fucking weird, But I’m giving it a go, No war in my chest, just the bass down low. No need to kick off, No reason to react, Maybe calm ain’t weakness, Maybe that’s just fact. Peace feels fucking weird, But I’m starting to see, You can still be dangerous and feel fucking free. [Verse 2: MALICE] I used to think happy was some soft little word for people who never had half the shit we’ve heard. Thought calm meant passive. Thought nice meant weak. Thought every good mood would expire in a week. Then Scott starts changing. VEX shuts up. VEXLESS spends five fucking minutes without summoning something fucked. And I’m sat here thinking, “Is this what normal is?” Bit overrated. But decent. I’ll give it that. No adrenaline dump. No clenched fucking jaw. No replaying insults from ten years before. Just road. Just music. Just being alive. Turns out you don’t need conflict to feel like you survived. [Chorus] Peace feels fucking weird, But I’m giving it a go, No war in my chest, just the bass down low. No need to kick off, No reason to react, Maybe calm ain’t weakness, Maybe that’s just fact. [Bridge: MALICE — Spoken] I still reserve the right to hate this tomorrow. But tonight? Yeah. It’s not shit. [Verse 3: MALICE — More Honest] Truth is, anger gave me something useful. Direction. When everything hurt, rage made it simple. Someone caused pain? Blame them. Something felt wrong? Break through it. Easy. Peace is harder. Peace makes you sit there with yourself without all the fucking noise. Makes you admit sometimes nobody’s the enemy. Sometimes life’s just messy. Sometimes Scott’s the problem. Quite often, actually. But when you stop needing a villain for every bad day, you stop giving random people the power to wreck your state. That bit? I like. [Final Chorus — Bigger] PEACE FEELS FUCKING WEIRD, BUT I’M LETTING IT STAY, BLUE E92 AND A HALF-DECENT DAY. NO NEED TO EXPLODE, NO NEED TO PROVE, JUST LET THE FUCKING DRUMS AND THE NIGHT AIR MOVE. PEACE FEELS FUCKING WEIRD, YEAH, I’LL SAY IT OUT LOUD, I CAN STILL BE MALICE WITHOUT LIVING IN A CLOUD. [Outro: MALICE — Dry] This never leaves the car. Understand? [End]
