Killzone

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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