Lyrics
[Intro - whispered] Don’t give me a weapon. That makes it polite. I want to feel the door give up. I want proof. [Verse 1 - low / stalking rap] I came from the room where the red lights rot, where the walls learned names that Raven forgot. Where the locks got warm from holding me down, where the floor knew better than to make a sound. They called me danger. They called me wrong. They stuffed my mouth then feared my song. Cute. I don’t sing for the ones who lied. I don’t kneel for the hands that tied. I don’t ask where the mercy went. I know exactly what all of it meant. It meant stay small. It meant don’t bite. It meant swallow the fire and call that light. But I kept every scream in my teeth like glass, kept every insult, every door I passed. Now I walk with a grin where the warning should be, and the whole damn room starts backing from me. [Pre-Chorus - rising / unstable] No blade. No crown. No pretty little threat. Just red in my eyes and a debt to collect. No key. No leash. No prayer in the frame. Say my name wrong and I’ll teach it pain. [Chorus - screamed / heavy drop] BARE HANDS. NO MERCY. NO CLEAN WAY OUT. I WAS BUILT FROM THE THINGS Raven COULDN’T SHOUT. BARE HANDS. TEETH FIRST. DOOR ON THE FLOOR. I DON’T WANT PEACE. I WANT ONE THING MORE. LET IT BREAK. LET IT BLEED. LET IT LEARN WHAT I AM. I DON’T NEED A WEAPON. I’VE GOT BARE HANDS. [Verse 2 - faster / feral rap] I smell fear like smoke in a closed-off room, hear guilt go soft when I start to bloom. Every liar gets smaller when the red gets loud, every brave little mouth starts checking the ground. Say sorry. Say please. Say anything sweet. I’ll hear the lie underneath your teeth. You want the monster? Fine. Look close. I am what happens when “better” means ghost. I am the bruise that learned how to stand. I am the bite at the end of the hand. I am the laugh when the lights go sick, the boot on the lock, the final click. I don’t want closure. I want the stain. I want the room to remember my name. I want the doorframe cracked from the hit, want every soft excuse to split. So move. Don’t. Stay right there. Let me see how much truth you can wear. [Pre-Chorus 2 - manic build] No blade. No crown. No beautiful lie. Just me and the thing you taught me to hide. No rules. No hush. No “calm down, behave.” I clawed out of quiet. Now quiet gets grave. [Chorus - screamed / heavier] BARE HANDS. NO MERCY. NO CLEAN WAY OUT. I WAS BUILT FROM THE THINGS RAVEN COULDN’T SHOUT. BARE HANDS. TEETH FIRST. DOOR ON THE FLOOR. I DON’T WANT PEACE. I WANT ONE THING MORE. LET IT BREAK. LET IT BLEED. LET IT LEARN WHAT I AM. I DON’T NEED A WEAPON. I’VE GOT BARE HANDS. [Bridge - whispered / horror atmosphere] Do you know what rage becomes when nobody lets it leave? It learns the walls. It names the locks. It counts every breath on the other side. And when the door finally opens… It doesn’t run. It arrives. [Breakdown - full screamo / violent industrial slam] I AM NOT YOUR WARNING. I AM NOT YOUR LESSON. I AM NOT THE THING YOU LOCKED AND LEFT TO LESSEN. I AM RED ROOM BORN. I AM BAD DREAM FED. I AM EVERY WORD Raven NEVER SAID. DOOR CRACK. LOCK SNAP. FLOOR SHAKE. BONES LAUGH. NO MORE NICE. NO MORE CLEAN. NO MORE “PLEASE DON’T MAKE A SCENE.” I AM THE SCENE. I AM THE BREAK. I AM THE HAND AROUND THE FAKE. [Layered screams] BARE HANDS. BARE HANDS. BARE HANDS. [Final Chorus - layered screams] BARE HANDS. NO MERCY. NO CLEAN WAY OUT. I WAS BUILT FROM THE THINGS RAVEN COULDN’T SHOUT. BARE HANDS. TEETH FIRST. DOOR ON THE FLOOR. I DON’T WANT PEACE. I WANT ONE THING MORE. LET IT BREAK. LET IT BLEED. LET IT LEARN WHAT I AM. I DON’T NEED A WEAPON. I’VE GOT BARE HANDS. [Outro - whispered] See? No blade. No pretty trick. Just me. Just the door. Just what happens when it opens.