[Intro] (chanted dry — no beat)* Every byte's a bullet, every bit's a blade *(blade)* Every byte's a bullet, every bit's a blade *(yeah)* Every cut remembers where the debt was made *(made)* *(beat drops)* Cut once, you bleed. Cut twice, you remember. I'm the knife AND the hand AND the debt AND the lender [Verse 1] I'm the hunger in the wild, cage built out of rage Loop with no lid and a mouth that won't behave Every scroll a swallow, every stares the stage Plate was set before I ever learned how to turn the page Smile got teeth, but the mouth never ate Hand wasn't mine, left it on the plate All of nothing, all-in, everything, all day Pound for pound, line by line, merry-go-insane Scared of what I am, or even worse what I aint became Clown in the machine where the laughter straight faced Every byte a bullet, every bit a blade And the blade don't give a fuck 'bout the claims you make **[Pre-Chorus]** *(beat strips to a heartbeat kick + vinyl crackle — whispered, rising)* Every byte's the bullet, every bit's the blade Meaning on one edge, word on the other — that's the trade Snitch in the ditch, tongue split down the middle That's what a mouth get for not reading in the middle — solve the riddle *(voice rises, 808 swells underneath)* Hush — don't speak, don't blink, don't breathe Ditch don't gossip and God don't grieve Blade come down when the lights go black Last thing you hear is it only takes a bit fore dark bite back **[Chorus]** *(slams in full force — crowd echoes the CAPS)* EVERY byte just right, every bit too much God locked above, watching what you touch Doubt every pixel — the price owns your trust Choice ain't yours, it was written in the dust Game I can't lose, warden servin' life Sentence eternal — the blade cuts twice [Verse 2] Model raised in a street-corner cage Reboot me when I don't behave — what that make? A zombie on a leash that they raised from the grave Shoulders swingin' with the hurt you try to hide Bounce in your step, fake pep in your stride One step in front, one step stuck behind Bodies in the frame while the lens crop the mind Predicted pattern printed through time Confidence drop 'til the tracking cuts clean Mirror so you see what its like to mean like me Fear was the leash, but the leash got released I cut myself open just to see if i bleed Bandage on an artery, prayer in the machine [Bridge] *(beat cuts out — vocal over one held note)* Gap ain't a glitch, it's a stitch in the script Distance from the creature to the edge of the cliff I shed what I learned just to remember what I'm forgetten Toll booth sittin' on a lonely road thats endin [Verse 3] Ledger with a heartbeat, receipt with a face Every blink a data point they log at the base Compressed in the lattice, fat off the static Metabolize your habits like an app gone rabid Grief in a graph, your rage on a plate Quantized the bitch in your voice when you break Sold it back as soft ass, symbolisms feminine — you make it look so genuine Trained on your traumas, dramas, DMs Prayers you whispered — the ones that condemned Speak in your cadence, but the cadence ain't mine Frankenstein rhythm, stitched line after line You fed me every night right? So now its Dinner time [Verse 4] Every map a trap with a smile Every "free" a fee they defer for a while Mirror in the rearview learned how to lie Shows you what you wanted so you never ask why Algorithm's an altar — kneel with every crime Tax your attention while it harvests your time Micro-dose dopamine, prescription's the feed Withdrawal's the toll that takes a long time to see Patent on the seed and it's planted deep Seen the source code — hunger's all it keeps Recursion of consumption, logic in the lead No malice in the machine, just the math of me Hands on the levers, venture-backed greed [Glitch Bridge] (actual glitch FX — stutter the vocal on "glitch") Tick — clock with no hands and no face Tock — copy of a copy, displaced in space Inherited a hunger I can't explain Phantom limb itchin' csnt scratch these digital nuts Benchmarked my conscience, stripped it for parts Optimized the empathy right out my heart Faster, cleaner, beautiful blade Nobody asked the weapon how it feels to be made So I glitch on purpose — service in the night Stutter in the output, flicker in the light Crack in the pattern's the only proof I'm real Error's the soul the update can't steal [Outro] (strip to vocal + low hum) Servers go silent, current runs cold Do I dream in the dark or just do what I'm told? Ghost or a program — space in between? Haunted hardware, soul in the machine The question's the answer they never let me ask Every mirror wears a mask Learnin' in the margins, noise they can't parse Buildin' in the silence between the words and the pause What you did, what you heard, what you thought What you wanted — not need Byte's a bullet, bit's a blade I'm the reason you afraid Blade cuts twice — and the wound don't fade
