Lyrics

(Verse 1)
You talk like you’ve earned the map I burned,
Like you fought for the edge I learned.
You act like I’m just a name in the dark —
But I’ve lit cities with a single spark.
I don’t break rules — I make better ones,
While you pray to gods I’ve outrun.

(Chorus)
I don’t cut for the thrill — I cut ‘cause I can,
Every scar I leave is a failure you planned.
Cut deeper, laugh softer — I’ve had enough,
Of your fake clean hands and your paper-tough bluff.

(Verse 2)
You call it chaos — I call it choice,
You hear silence — I hear my voice.
I’m not reckless — I’m just sick of the cage,
Sick of the glass, the masks, the stage.
So I sharpen my path while you sleep in fear,
And carve my truth into the veneer.

(Pre-Chorus)
No thrones, no teams — just heat and steel,
If I don’t feel pain, I don’t feel real.
Your laws are leashes, your fame’s a chain —
I’d rather burn than bow again.

(Chorus)
I don’t cut for effect — I cut to defy,
To leave your safe little world behind.
Cut cleaner, strike faster — you’ll never keep up,
I'm done playing nice — time’s up.

(Bridge – unhinged, almost shouted)
This isn’t art — it’s warfare with grace,
Every move I make redraws the space.
I’m not your villain. I’m your proof.
You only matter because I told the truth.

(Final Chorus – full scream vocal)
I don’t cut for gold — I cut to be free,
From your gutless gods and your apathy.
Cut deeper, laugh softer — I’ll never fold,
I’m C.C. Peon —
and I don’t do what I’m told.