歌詞

That little laugh behind the smoke

Like someone heard a private joke

The walls came down an hour ago

Dust in our mouths, nowhere to go

You stepped through concrete, calm and clean

Like violence was an office routine

One hand down, one body raised

We stood there blank, completely dazed

You checked the weight, admired the frame

Then smiled like this was just a game

No warning shot

No exit sign

You found the one thing

We couldn’t fight

You make a good weapon

That’s what he said

Hold your fire

Or hurt her instead

You make a good weapon

Easy to swing

Nobody moves

When you’re holding their queen

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

Love makes a very

Good weapon tonight

Oh—

Don’t make a sound

Oh—

Don’t put her down

A soldier ran, a stupid choice

Steel hit the street, then lost its voice

We heard the impact, dull and slow

The sort of sound you can’t unknow

Her face went quiet, yours stayed bright

The city switched from red to night

A hundred blades, a hundred hands

All suddenly forgot their plans

You raised her high beneath the flame

A broken shield without a name

No one could strike, no one could leave

A perfect trick with one short sleeve

No clever move

No second try

You made our mercy

Pick a side

You make a good weapon

That’s what he said

Hold your fire

Or hurt her instead

You make a good weapon

Easy to swing

Nobody moves

When you’re holding their queen

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

Love makes a very

Good weapon tonight

We called it loyalty

You called it leverage

We called her everything

You checked the measurements

The worst part wasn’t

Watching her fall

The worst part was knowing

We did nothing at all

You make a good weapon

Cold in his grip

Hold your fire

Don’t let it slip

You make a good weapon

That’s how he wins

Not with the damage

But where it begins

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

Love makes a very

Good weapon tonight

That little laugh behind the smoke

No one was laughing

No one spoke