I found an old beat by BenWiley4000 and sang over it. I'd love if someone/several folk took this very bare track and made it fuller/cooler/everything-er!

My weapon is hidden on me

My bullets will pierce your blackened words

You’ll be sorry you spoke, sir

Revenge is not what I’m after

I want to illuminate is all

I am happy to let you fall

Don’t mistake me

For another fool

You can’t make me

Believe you

My melodies sing your sorrows

Just wait till tomorrow finds you limp

Oh your chances are slim, slim

And on your death bed, will you wonder?

Which of your offences stings the most

Are you scared of your own ghost?

Don’t mistake me

For another fool

You can’t make me

Believe you