I'm a Weapon

Song

I'm a Weapon

Ollifax

3:36137 BPMD
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Musical Details

BPM

137

Key

D

Camelot

Dm

Credits

ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax

Copyright & Legal

Ollifax Music

PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inThe Arctic

Lyrics

Shadow hits the floor.
Light cuts the door.
Yeahhh.
I'm not dangerous.
I'm weaponized.
I'm not dangerous.
I'm weaponized.
Room runs hot.
Still got ice.
Pulse kicks hard.
Hands stay wide.
Something wants out.
Choice stays mine.
Still got ice.
Still got ice.
Could let go.
Not this time.
Red light cuts.
Black glass shakes.
Bass climbs up.
Jawbone aches.
Boot sticks down.
Shoulders hit.
Blood comes hot.
Don't feed it.
One look held.
One step near.
Whole room thins.
Just us here.
Know that pull.
Know that switch.
Tongue finds tooth.
Same old chip.
Thumb pulls free.
Fist comes loose.
Eyes go wide.
Find my route.
Kick snaps back.
Snare cuts through.
World comes rushing
Back into view.
Let it rise.
Let it rise.
Feel that pull.
Keep both eyes.
Still got ice.
Not this time.
I'm not dangerous.
I'm weaponized.
Room runs hot.
Still got ice.
Pulse kicks hard.
Hands stay wide.
Something wants out.
Choice stays mine.
Still got ice.
Still got ice.
Could let go.
Not this time.
Not this time.
Still got ice.
Not this time.
Rope bites wool.
Three men tied.
Wind cuts speech.
White eats sky.
One boot slips.
Whole line snaps.
Weight hits hard.
Haul him back.
Knees punch crust.
Grip burns deep.
Can't feel fingers.
Still won't release.
That cold stayed.
Knows these hands.
Feels one tighten.
Pulls it back.
Now lights split.
Somebody trips.
Same arm shoots.
Catch their wrist.
Set them straight.
Give them space.
Let them breathe.
Don't need thanks.
Snare rolls through.
They disappear.
Hand drops open.
Still right here.
What scares me most.
How good it feels
When doubt goes quiet
And anger steers.
Straight line forward.
Nothing in view.
Years of damage.
One second through.
Leave a little room.
Let the air through.
Both hands shaking.
Both still mine.
Not this time.
I'm not dangerous.
I'm weaponized.
Room runs hot.
Still got ice.
Pulse kicks hard.
Hands stay wide.
Something wants out.
Choice stays mine.
Still got ice.
Still got ice.
Could let go.
Not this time.
Shadow hits the floor.
Hand against the door.
Cold air bites.
Pulse still flies.
Still got ice.
Not this time.

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