Lyric

Good boy—empty hands

Mad one—makes land

Smart is safe—safe is dead

Junky builds—again—again

Good boy—empty hands

Mad one—makes land

No “nice,” no chain, no plan—

Junky builds—again—again

Warm-up done, I’m past “behave”

I don’t want love, I want a wave

They want me neat, they want me tame

I want the heat, I want the flame

Smile for who? I’m outta breath

Safe talk sounds like slow death

Gold star life, rented praise

I burn the rule, I run the maze

They clap for silence, call it “grown”

I call it fear in a custom tone

I’m the wrong step, I’m the loud beat

I don’t sit down—I take the street

Three—two—one—

Go

Good boy—empty hands

Mad one—makes land

Smart is safe—safe is dead

Junky builds—again—again

Good boy—empty hands

Mad one—makes land

If “right” means small—forget that—

Junky builds—again—again

Be smart? translate: stay small

Be safe? translate: don’t move at all

They sell that calm like medicine

I break the bottle, breathe again

Step—strike—step—strike, keep pace

No prayer life, I train in place

Approval addicts chase that hit

I chase the spark, I sharpen it

Rulebook grip, white-knuckle tight

I cut the grip, I pick the fight

Not with people—no, with the cage

With the script, with the perfect stage

I’m the glitch that speeds the game

I’m the sweat, I’m the stubborn flame

I fail fast, then I respawn

Same scar, but the fear is gone

You want “nice,” I want real

You want “safe,” I want steel

You call me mad—I call it drive

I don’t survive—I stay alive

They don’t hate the chaos

They hate the progress

Every “crazy” you mock

Turns into roads you walk

I don’t want a seat—

I build the room

Good boy—empty hands (EMPTY HANDS)

Mad one—makes land (MAKES LAND)

Smart is safe—safe is dead (SAFE IS DEAD)

Junky builds—again—again (AGAIN—AGAIN)

Good boy—empty hands (EMPTY HANDS)

Mad one—makes land (MAKES LAND)

Keep your love—I keep my spark—

Junky builds—again—again