[Intro: MALICE — Deep, Calm] Before anybody gets fucking excited... No. I have not gone soft. I’m just quiet. There’s a difference. [Beat Rolls In] [Verse 1: MALICE] Normally I’m somewhere behind Scott’s eyes, Waiting for a reason to ruin someone’s night, One stupid comment, One smug little grin, And he knows exactly who he’s letting in. Me. Malice. Not subtle. Not nice. Usually the answer when patience dies. But tonight the BMW’s rolling smooth, Bass underneath me and I’m liking the groove, Blue paint catching every lamp we pass, Diesel humming and the road moving fast. And nobody’s pissed me off. Yet. That bit’s important. [Chorus: MALICE — Low Melodic Flow] I’m on low volume tonight, Still here, Still ready, But everything’s alright. No fists with the dashboard, No war in my head, Just bass in the boot and the road up ahead. Low volume tonight, Don’t mistake that for gone, I’ve just learned every battle doesn’t need carrying on. [Verse 2: MALICE] Scott used to think anger meant strength, Hold that shit till it stretches full length, Then wonder why everything blew apart, Like pouring fucking petrol over every spark. I get it. I’m literally built from that. But even I’ve started thinking, “Mate... maybe relax.” That’s embarrassing. VEX would laugh. VEXLESS would probably call me tame. Scott would stare at me like, “Who the fuck are you again?” Still me. Same bastard. Same temper underneath. Just realised calm can still have teeth. You don’t have to shout to know where you stand, Don’t have to break shit to still be the man, Sometimes you let idiots talk themselves dry, Then smile, change gear, and fucking drive by. [Chorus: MALICE] I’m on low volume tonight, Still here, Still ready, But everything’s alright. No fists with the dashboard, No war in my head, Just bass in the boot and the road up ahead. Low volume tonight, Don’t mistake that for gone, I’ve just learned every battle doesn’t need carrying on. [Break: MALICE — Spoken] This peace thing... Bit suspicious. Not gonna lie. But the car’s warm. Tune’s decent. Road’s empty. Could be worse. [Verse 3: MALICE] I know what I’m for. I come out when Scott’s had enough, When protecting what matters gets fucking rough, When he needs that backbone he sometimes forgets, I’m the voice going, “Nah. We’re not taking that shit.” But protecting him means more than attack, Sometimes it means dragging the stupid cunt back, Telling him, “Don’t send that message.” “Leave that alone.” “Go drive for an hour.” “Put down the fucking phone.” That counts too. Maybe more. Because burning every bridge leaves nowhere to go, And the older we get, the more that starts to show. So I’ll save the rage for something worthwhile, Till then I’ll sit here enjoying the miles. [Final Chorus — Bigger] I’M ON LOW VOLUME TONIGHT, STILL HERE, STILL READY, BUT EVERYTHING’S ALRIGHT. BLUE E92, AND THE BASSLINE’S CLEAN, MAYBE PEACE AIN’T AS SHIT AS I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. LOW VOLUME TONIGHT, YEAH, THE ANGER CAN WAIT, WE AIN’T RUNNING FROM NOTHING, WE’RE JUST OUT DRIVING LATE. [Outro: MALICE — Quiet] Don’t tell VEXLESS I enjoyed this. I’ll never hear the fucking end of it. [End]
