B700D M00N M4N!F3$T0 on Fruity Loops Strings 04 Track 4

Don't confuse composure... with forgiveness. [Verse 1] I quit buryin' feelings... now I bury expectations. Turned every closed mouth into hostile negotiations. Y'all manufactured saints, then got scared of the prototypes. Built a world full of masks, I'm the reason they don't fit right. No halo. No horns. Just impeccable timing. Walk into a funeral and leave with better lighting. Talk slick... I'm fluent in uncomfortable. Truth hit harder when it ain't dressed up as something beautiful. You built your house on everybody else's silence. Now the walls got ears... and I'm the soundtrack to the violence. (ughhh) Every fake smile got an expiration date. Every polished lie start smellin' like decay. [Hook] Kiss the venom. Swallow the sermon. Dance with your demons. See who deserve 'em. If the truth draw blood... Quit blamin' the blade. Maybe it was always the cut that needed made. [Verse 2] I ain't mad... I'm calibrated. Every betrayal just got reallocated. Used my grief like graphite... Pressed it till it glittered. Now the pressure wearin' diamonds where my innocence got splintered. They wanted a doll... I became the puppeteer. Now the strings around my fingers sound like applause in my ears. You call it obsession. I call it precision. Difference between a prison and a mission is who made the decision. I don't chase crowns. Crowns collect dust. I build cathedrals outta everybody's mistrust. [pitch drop] Every rumor fed me. Every doubt financed me. Every locked door accidentally designed me. [Bridge] [beat stops] Funny... Everybody preach resilience... Till resilience stop askin' permission. I'm the echo after "never again." The cigarette burn in a wedding photograph. The laugh at the wrong part of the movie. The storm that don't announce itself. I don't need revenge. Memory do the work. I don't need permission. The microphone already opened the portal. Y'all just happened to hear what came through. [Outro] Some signals... don't belong to this world. [static]