

Song
Killzone
Ollifax
•2:11•192 BPM•D•dark trap rap•darkEXPLICIT
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Killzone by Ollifax is a relentless hip-hop track that pulls listeners into the fractured psyche of a soldier who can't escape the warzone inside his own mind. Built on raw imagery of gun smoke, frozen motel rooms, and blood-stained mirrors, the song captures the brutal tension between survival instinct and civilian life. It's an unflinching portrait of trauma, hypervigilance, and the weight of a past that refuses to stay buried.
Musical Details
BPM
192
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
# Rooms Lock and load. Ollifax, black eyes swollen, face poundin' like a war drum. Strap stashed deep, no tears, just bloodlust. Woke up in this frozen hellhole, door creakin' like bones crack. Last night's echoes bang back, veins pump jet black. Block turned kill zone, lights flashin' in haze. Bodies dropped silent, I ghost through the maze. Knuckles crusted, blood flake, no shame. Cold mirror fogged, can't wash off the flame. Ain't no sleep, just the hum of the hunt. Tether to the cold, every step blunt. Survival instinct, click, load, blast. Civilian mask shattered, I'm back to the past. Tick tock pulse, city choking on sin. Wake up wired, that kill hand itchin' again. Hold that chain, night's slaughter ain't done yet. Scars run deep, heart steel, soul set. Motel walls whisper, hear the sirens retreat. Gun smoke memories loop on repeat. From Arctic frost to this asphalt blaze, Every blood pact trail marks the days. I don't seek calm, I crave the test. Mirror shows a soldier still armored in stress. If the world wants pain, I'll serve it raw. Ollifax back, hammer law. Rage reloaded, fuse lit slow. Smile in the dark when the tension blows. Grip that chain, even in this tomb. Phantoms talk static, death hums the tune. One gasp, one stomp, no fold, no fake. Ollifax ice, no mercy to break. Tick tock pulse, city choking on sin. Wake up wired, that kill hand itchin' again. Hold that chain, night's slaughter ain't done yet. Scars run deep, heart steel, soul set. Ollifax, no mercy. No endgame. Just another dawn, surviving the flames.
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