[Verse 1] Step back, let the ego fracture in the rearview Glass shards in the palm, I’m holdin’ onto the clear view But clarity is a parasite, feedin’ on the trauma, needin’ a drama To justify the venom I’m spittin’ at my own mama. See, mercy ain’t a pulpit, it’s a surgical strike It’s the silence after the bullet when you’re prayin’ to die But the chamber clicks empty. An intimate cruelty, I’m exempt from the peace, Keepin’ you breathless just to watch the tension increase. Is it grace if I let you walk with the limp I provided? Or is it just a leash made of guilt that we both decided To tighten? I’m a lighting bolt trapped in a mason jar, I’m the scar that’s proud of the knife, I’m the light in the dark that’s actually a flare gun targetin’ your throat. Compassion is a loaded weapon, I’m pullin’ the trigger soft Just to see if you notice the muzzle’s still burnin’ your skin. That’s the mercy, see? I don’t kill you, I keep you in the middle of the wreckage So you never forget who held the hand that delayed the message. [Chorus] It’s the fucked up kind of mercy, yeah The kind that keeps the wound open just to disinfect the rot I’m forgivin’ you for things that I’m never gonna let you forget It’s a tangled web, a gospel of regret. I’m savin’ your soul by breakin’ your kneecaps So you can’t run away from the ruin, we’re trapped in the heat-maps, Of our own design. Mercy is a cage with a gold-plated wire. [Verse 2] Analyze the chemistry - cortisol spikes, dopamine hits When I pardon the sinner but keep the sin in the pits Of my stomach, digestin’ the leverage. I’m a savage with a dictionary, a preacher on a bender Constructin’ a theology of why I’m the offender And the victim in the same breath. “I let you go,” I whisper while I’m twistin’ the tourniquet, A masterclass in psychological forfeit. You’re grateful, you’re weepin’, you think it’s a second chance But it’s a leash, baby, look at the rhythm of the dance. I’m the choreographer of your misery, Grantin’ reprieves like a king in a kingdom of vanity. Cruelty is just mercy that hasn’t been refined yet Or maybe it’s the only way I know how to align, get The ghosts out the marrow. I’m starvin’ you of conflict just to feed you my presence A parasite masquerading as a spiritual essence. Look at me. Do I look like a savior? Or just a man who found a way to weaponize his behavior? [Outro] Forgiveness is a knife dull enough to hurt more than the cut. Yeah. I’m merciful. I’m so merciful, it’s killin’ you. Don’t thank me. The silence is my answer
