Teeth First

This isn’t redemption, this isn’t a plea.
This is rage with no filter, no peace left in me.
I bite before talking, I bruise before I beg.
My mercy is missing, my hope is dead.

You want forgiveness? I want your skin.
You want to reason? I just want to win.
Every bridge you burned, I’ll piss on the ash.
Every grudge you left, I’ll wear like a mask.

I’m not your hero, I’m not your regret.
I’m the ache in your shoulder, the scar you don’t forget.
You can cry for the past, but the past isn’t kind.
It’s a blade in my hand, and I’m losing my mind.

I’ll wreck your illusions, I’ll break every bone.
I’ve lived in the silence, I’ve built my own throne.
You wanted a savior, you got a disease.
Now I’m the nightmare you’ll never appease.

I don’t need forgiveness, I don’t need peace.
I want the sound of your begging to finally cease.
I am the violence, I am the howl.
You want a story? Here’s how it ends now.

I go in teeth first, no mercy, no pause.
I live for the bruises, I kill for the cause.
If you want to break me, you better be cursed.
You get one thing from me—
my teeth first.

Rotmouth.
Rot fucking mouth.