[Intro — filtered whisper / vinyl crackle / rain] [dark ambient intro, no drums yet] You can bury the past... But the dirt remembers. (shhh...) Dead men don't talk? (heh...) Depends who you're asking. [cowbell / distorted 808 drop / fast hi-hats] [Verse 1] Black chrome creeping through the cold night rain, White tee pristine but the soul got stains. I don't chase noise, I don't entertain, One calculated move — whole board rearranged. (switch...) Hands in my pockets, eyes on the exits, Room full of mouths — I'm reading the message. You talk too much, that's a free confession, I say less... make one correction. (say less... one move...) No wasted motion. No hesitation. Three exits mapped before confrontation. Past on my heels, still keep composure, Dark in the marrow — clean in the motive. I know what I did. I know what it cost. Every bridge I torched just to find what I lost. You call it a curse. I call it a tab. If it ain't cashed me out yet — it ain't done the math. (nah... sins don't sleep, they compound...) [HOOK] [aggressive, punched hard, ad-libs layered] SINS KNOW MY NAME. (know my name... they know...) Bury 'em deep — they resurrect the same. DARK SOUL. GOOD HEART. NO SAINT. (no saint...) Clean hands don't cancel what the dirty ones claimed. SINS KNOW MY NAME. (say it...) Black chrome ghost through the cold night rain. I don't run from the past — LET IT FIND ME. (let it come...) Dead don't scare me... THEY WALK BESIDE ME. (walk with me...) (shhh...) [Verse 2] [slightly faster, riding the pocket] Loner by design, not lonely inside, One eye forward, one scanning behind. Everybody moving like time's on their side — I learned real young: time don't wait twice. (never did...) So I watch. I wait. I measure the room. Hear what you swallowed before you even move. You see silence — I see angles. You see chaos — I see patterns. (read it...) Everybody swinging reckless trying to look dangerous. I move once. That's mathematics. (precise... calculated...) Confidence grounded, brown boots on pavement, Don't need the co-sign, don't need the statement. If I say "I got it" — that ain't conversation. By the time you clock the problem — I already made arrangements. (already done...) [Pre-Hook — drums strip back] Every sin casts a shadow. Every shadow holds the shape. Every road collects a toll. Every debt... gets a date. When mine comes knocking? I don't vanish. I pay. [808 DROP] [HOOK] SINS KNOW MY NAME. (know my name...) Bury 'em deep — they resurrect the same. DARK SOUL. GOOD HEART. NO SAINT. (no saint... never was...) Clean hands don't cancel what the dirty ones claimed. SINS KNOW MY NAME. Black chrome ghost through the cold night rain. I don't run from the past — LET IT FIND ME. Dead don't scare me... THEY WALK BESIDE ME. [Bridge — half-time, whispered doubles] Don't need forgiveness. (nah... keep it...) Don't need a clean slate. I remember the man I was — that's why the footwork ain't the same. (don't move the same...) Bad history. Good cause. No halo. No applause. If my hands sparked the fire... I stay till it's ash and gone. [Final Verse — harder delivery, full intensity] No crown. No throne. No appetite for praise. Just thunder under hood and rain across the chains. (rumble...) Brown boots on concrete, lids half closed, Looking bored — but I've catalogued every soul in the room. (one... two...) Boredom ain't weakness. That's violence on a leash. (contained...) Everybody wants power — I learned where to aim it. Everybody got demons — mine remember who raised 'em. Everybody wants revenge — I learned how to cage it. Past comes knocking: "You remember me?" I crack the door like — "Unfortunately." (hah! cold...) No speech. No grand redemption tour. If I caused the fracture — I become the cure. Good intentions don't erase what you became. So every damn sunrise — I choose not to be him again. (every morning...) [FINAL HOOK — layered vocals, peak energy] SINS KNOW MY NAME. (know my name... KNOW MY NAME...) Every grave got dirt, every dirt got a claim. DARK SOUL. GOOD HEART. STILL CHANGED. (changed... but I remember...) I remember what I was — THAT'S WHY I DON'T MOVE THE SAME. (move different...) SINS KNOW MY NAME. Black chrome ghost through the pouring rain. I don't run from the past — LET IT COME MY WAY. Dead don't scare me... WE ALREADY MET. (shhh...) [Outro — rain / engine idle / cassette distortion] Some people spend their whole life running from their ghosts. Me? (low engine rev) I just make sure they keep up. [engine cuts]
