Lyric

Tracing mercy that’s brand new

Like outlining a derringer with a ruler, precise and true

Following the splatter left by a .22 long rifle round

This is the twenty-first century—

I keep walking, keep walking, debug the beauty I found

Beautiful debugging, step by step in the code

In our hands: warmed bullets, flesh-toned loads

Bullets with no identity, body-heat shells

Pulling the trigger’s easier than poking a nest of hell

That handgun?

I’ve had it since elementary days

Since a time when danger still hid in games

From summer exhaust pipes rises a fragrant threat

Colder than the science lab, chemically wet

Distilled toxins dripping, leaving stains in my skin

Somewhere inside me, seeping in

Good protocol, good protocol—repeat it clean

It turns into a map exposing the age we’re in

A diagram to peel back time’s disguise

Blueprints written where the hazard lies

Now—

With pain involved, I’m coming to see you

With pain involved, I’m coming to see you

With pain involved, holding countless pierced hearts

Shot through, stacked, torn apart

Still, unmistakably

I’m coming to see you

Walking forward with impact ringing in bone

Carrying bullet-warm pulses that aren’t my own

The century hums like a loaded chamber

Mercy drawn straight, not curved by favor

Debug the world till it finally runs

Hands still warm from anonymous guns

Pain is the toll, but the path is true—

I walk straight through it

I walk to you