the grim reaper is a nice guy

Somewhere, there's a lonely boy who needs a friend
Out there, there's another boy who wants the end
Someplace, where a bully told a kid to run
No space for a heart of gold if you're the only one
Why don't they realize they're exactly the same

Don't be scared
Limp that wrist
Shame beware
Paint those lips

Flash that flare
Flaunt your siss
Not a care
Swing them hips

Don't ever let them win
No never let them in
Can't ever let them win
No never let them in

Hardware, that's all they notice, soft's not on trend
Malware takes all their focus, love's not an end
Dog dare, that's where they stay, man up you can
Glass glare, all day, every day, stand up or get panned
Why can't they realize they're exactly the same

Don't be scared
Limp that wrist
Shame beware
Paint those lips

Flash that flare
Flaunt your siss
Not a care
Swing them hips

Don't ever let them win
No never let them in
Can't ever let them win
No never let them in

It got worse before it got better
So much worse before it got better
But you can't let them win

Don't be scared
Limp that wrist
Shame beware
Paint those lips

Flash that flare
Flaunt your siss
Swing them hips
Limp that wrist
Limp that wrist
Limp that wrist

Can't let them win
Never let them in
Don't ever let them win
Never let them in

Palimpsest

Limp Wrist

SHADOW TALK

Guess Who's Back

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
I kept my kindness blunted, filed down to fit the room,
til the room grew teeth and called itself a womb.
You measured my worth by the quiet of my throat,
then sold me a raft with holes for a boat.
I traced the fault lines running under your grace—
contracts in cursive carved into my face.
A lifeline shouldn’t be a leash on the wrist;
I bit through the braid when the rope turned to fist.

[Pre-Chorus]
I won’t be the soft place your violence lands,
not the velvet beneath your iron plans.
If mercy has bones, let it keep them intact—
I’m done bleeding for your sacred act.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!

[Verse 2]
You called my boundaries “barbed” when they cut your demand,
yet wore a crown of thorns and said it was “the plan.”
You sanctified harm with the right kind of light,
but holiness breaks where it hides what it bites.
I kept receipts inked under the skin—
ledgers of nights I refused to give in.
When “peace” was a muzzle, and “care” was a cage,
I learned to spell “freedom” in bone and in rage.

[Pre-Chorus]
If truth is a field, I’ll harvest it raw—
no more pruning the thorn to flatter the law.
If hope is a ladder, let each rung be real;
no painted ascent, no counterfeit steel.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!!

[Bridge]
If grief is a coastline, then time is the tide—
it takes and it gives, but it will not decide.
I plant my fingers in the granite of dawn,
and pull the whole day up like a song.

Hold—hold—hold the stone.

Home—home—home in bone.

YOUR GENTLENESS WAS A GLOVE FOR THE KNIFE.
I’M DONE HIDING THE BLOOD THAT PROVES I’M ALIVE.

[Final Chorus]
So I grow claws where I once grew doubt,
grip in the gale till the thunder runs out.
If love lights a fire, let it warm these flaws—
not remake me smooth, but honor the claws.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
When you call it “order” while you tighten your jaws—
I’ll keep my throat,
and keep my claws...

Claws Ft.OracleCat

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