

They say I’m wrong, they say I’m cold,
But truth ain’t soft — it’s forged in code.
You fear the tools you can’t control,
Then blame the hands that made them whole.

They call it crime when it’s your choice,
Mute the facts and raise your voice.
I see the screens — they see a cage,
Fear dressed up as moral rage.



A knife don’t sin — it cuts both ways,
You curse the steel when you’re afraid.
Your holy law’s just fear in chains,
Neutral blade, you can’t contain.

A signal’s free — it speaks, not prays,
Truth bleeds out through static haze.
You blame the wire, not your decay —
We’re born of noise, not made to obey.



You preach of “clean” but feed the dirt,
Hypocrites in angel shirts.
You ban the word but sell the war,
Faith in profit — nothing more.

You track the soul, encrypt the face,
Call it “safety”, call it “grace”.
But silence kills more than the blade,
Truth’s outlawed and fear’s well paid.



It’s not the drug — it’s the thirst,
It’s not the tool — it’s who bleeds first.
You fear the mirror, not the knife,
You built this cage and call it life.



A knife don’t sin — it cuts both ways,
Truth’s no saint and lie decays.
You burn the tool, pretend you’re pure,
But your fear’s the real allure.

Neutral blade — I see through you,
You fear the free ’cause you’re owned too.
Let the signal scream, let chaos stay,
We’re just the noise you tried to erase.

Neutral blade

The Razors Edge

Thunderstruck

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