[Intro: MALICE — Low, Controlled] Used to think strength meant reacting. Every slight. Every word. Every fucking look. Turns out... half the time, walking away pisses people off more. [Beat Drops] [Verse 1: MALICE] I know the feeling when the pressure starts rising, Jaw goes tight and the whole room starts shrinking, Scott feels it first, then I start waking, That little switch inside starts fucking shaking. Used to be simple. Problem? Attack it. Someone talks shit? Straight into static. But that ain’t control. That’s letting some prick decide what mood you’re in with one stupid sentence. Fuck that. Blue E92, hands steady on the wheel, Let the bassline tell me what actually matters and feels real. Road ahead. Engine hum. Nothing to prove. Sometimes power is knowing you don’t have to fucking move. [Chorus: MALICE — Deep Melodic] No reason to swing, No reason to shout, If they want fucking chaos, they can figure it out. I’ve got road underneath me, Got air in my lungs, Not every little battle deserves what I’ve become. No reason to swing, Let the bullshit go, Some people want reaction just to put on a show. I know what I’m capable of. That’s why I don’t need to prove it anymore. [Verse 2: MALICE] People confuse calm with weakness. Big mistake. But I don’t need to correct every idiot for fuck’s sake. Let them think what they want. Let them run their mouth. I’m busy figuring out what peace is actually about. Sounds soft. It isn’t. Takes more fucking strength to stop yourself halfway than just follow instinct. Because rage is easy. Anybody can explode. Hard bit is carrying that fire and still choosing the road. Scott’s learning it too. Slow bastard. But he’s getting there. He’ll feel that heat rise, then actually stop and care about what happens next, not just winning right now. That’s new. And somehow I respect that. [Chorus] No reason to swing, No reason to shout, If they want fucking chaos, they can figure it out. I’ve got road underneath me, Got air in my lungs, Not every little battle deserves what I’ve become. No reason to swing, Let the bullshit go, Some people want reaction just to put on a show. I know what I’m capable of. That’s why I don’t need to prove it anymore. [Bridge: MALICE — Spoken] Don’t misunderstand me. There are lines. There are people I protect. There are things I won’t tolerate. But being ready and being reckless aren’t the same fucking thing. [Verse 3: MALICE — Honest] Maybe I was built for all the moments Scott couldn’t cope, All the rage, all the pressure, all the end of his rope. Maybe I existed so he didn’t have to feel weak, So when he couldn’t find words, I was the bastard who’d speak. But now he’s finding his own voice. That changes shit. Means I don’t have to storm in every time there’s a hit. I can sit in the back, keep watch, stay calm, Still be Malice without setting off alarms. Maybe that’s growth for me too. Fucking disgusting. But true. [Final Chorus — Bigger] NO REASON TO SWING, NO REASON TO SHOUT, I KNOW WHO I AM, I AIN’T FIGURING IT OUT. BLUE E92, AND THE ROAD’S RUNNING CLEAN, I’VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE TO SOMEONE LOOKING FOR A SCENE. NO REASON TO SWING, LET THE NIGHT ROLL ON, REAL STRENGTH AIN’T THE FIGHT — IT’S KNOWING WHEN YOU’RE DONE. [Outro: MALICE — Quiet] Calm suits me. Don’t fucking quote me on that. [End]
