[Verse 1] They sent me back from year thirty-one-one. Dropped on a sidewalk with orders and a gun. The file said “Scuzzy.” No reason. No cause. Just kill her clean — no questions, no pause. [Chorus 1] If she dies now, who sends me then? Why does it start where it should end? They gave me a name, but not the thread — How can I follow what’s already dead? [Verse 2] She passed me by — no glance, no tell. Denim vest, and strut like hell. Her eyes were heat. Her voice was low. And I forgot what I came to do. I trailed her scent through alleys tight, Through neon haze and broken light. She laughed. She led. She held the door. I followed in. I knew the score. [Chorus 2] Can I want her and still obey? Can you end someone you crave to stay? I came to kill — that part was true. But now the target’s looking back at you. [Bridge] Her breath hit mine — sharp and hot. She dragged me down and climbed on top. Denim fell. Her hips were rough. I didn’t care. I’d had enough. My hands on spots, her mouth on throat, The bed was cracked. The air was smoke. She rode me hard, my breath hitched fast, Each thrust erased the future’s past. [Verse 3] She slept, and I just stared awhile. Her breath, her weight, her crooked smile. I reached for the gun — but I couldn’t move. My hand was gone. My legs, removed. No pain, no fight — just slipping slow, My edges blurred, began to go. The world around me lost its weight, I vanished clean, erased by fate. [Chorus 3] If I’m no more, who sent me here? My past dissolved, my end is near. The paradox, I am erased, But still I yearn for Scuzzy's taste.
