This body is a warzone Red rivers feed the guns Signals through the nervous lines: Erase the foreign ones Unknown shapes are multiplying Born from me, but not of me White cells march without a question— Search. Destroy. Delete. No mercy in the bloodstream No prayers inside the code We are not here to save you We are here to overload This body is a warzone No heaven, no control Search and burn, erase the source Before it takes us whole This body is a warzone No reason, only fire If I must die to cleanse myself Then pull the final wire Every cell a traitor Every copy is a crime Cut the future from the present Before it learns to climb Divide and multiply— The perfect enemy It wears my face, it speaks my code It is the death of me No guilt. No fear. No cure. No god. Just numbers turning red If this is how survival works— Then count the living dead This body is a warzone No mercy. No retreat. Burn the veins, reset the core Until the system's clean I am the weapon I am the ground I am the war That burns me down End the war in me. Execute.
