Iron fears the rot

**(Intro: distorted electric guitar hums a simple, tense melody — two notes repeated, then a feedback screech. Vocalist begins humming along, low and gritty.)**
*Mmm… mmm-mmm… mmm…*  
*Yeah…*
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**[Verse 1 — fast, breathless delivery over breakcore drums, punk bass]**
You think you know the kind who stands outside the club  
Cigarette and leather jacket, playing at the thug  
That’s a bouncer, that’s a barker, that’s a rented fist —  
I’m the one you never see until you don’t exist  
I don’t take your ID, I don’t check your list  
I just make a note of who’s about to be dismissed  
And it’s not the same — not even in the same game —  
One man keeps the peace, the other signs the name. 
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**(Chorus — shouted, raw, with guitar chugs and glitching hi-hats)**
I’m the shadow, I’m the silence, I’m the second thought  
You step too close to her, you’re already bought  
Not a bodyguard — a blade with a contract  
Not a shield — a verdict, and it’s final, it’s exact  
**(spoken, almost whispered between screams:)**  
*Two very different things…*
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**[Verse 2 — syncopated, with breakcore stutter and rapid-fire syllables]**
I can kill you with the fork from your own dinner plate  
Fold a chair around your skull before you circulate  
Everything is leverage — the edge of a table  
The wire from the toaster, the strap of a cable  
You think you’re safe inside your car? I’ll crack the window frame  
You think your crew surrounds you? I know every name  
I’ve been trained to see the pieces, how they fit and break  
Every object in this building — just a murder I can make  
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**(Bridge — beat cuts to half-time, vocalist starts a staccato tongue-drum imitation of gunfire, then sings over it)**
*Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat — that’s the rhythm in my head*  
*Rat-tat-tat-tat — another breath goes dead*  
*(She keeps the beat with her mouth, then drops back into melody)*  
I don’t need a magazine, I don’t need a clip  
My body is a weapon — every motion is a trip  
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**[Chorus — repeat with more distortion, scream in the middle]**
I’m the shadow, I’m the silence, I’m the second thought  
You step too close to her, you’re already bought  
Not a bodyguard — a blade with a contract  
Not a shield — a verdict, and it’s final, it’s exact  
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**(Outro — guitar feedback rises, vocals become monotone, almost bored)**
Job’s done. Clean hands. Next contract…  
Same hallway, different face.  
I don’t remember names —  
I just remember the way they fell…  
*(beat drops out, only guitar hum remains, then silence)*