I sold knives to boys with dead-end eyes Taught them how to carve prayers from lies My hands stink of blood and grace Mercy’s a language this town erases Now they call me king of the unmarked graves My crown’s a bullet, my scepter’s a shiv I built this hell with the bones I saved The butcher’s the saint when the law won’t forgive The widow spits curses, her rent’s overdue Her son’s my best thief, her God’s my tattoo The neon cross flickers above the pawn shop door Salvation’s a debt, and I'm the fucking loan officer Now they call me king of the unmarked graves My crown’s a bullet, my scepter’s a shiv I built this hell with the bones I saved— The butcher’s the saint when the law won’t forgive The cop’s new boots track mud on my floor His badge shines like the shit I ignore He whispers: We’re twins in different suits You kill for the streets I kill for the statutes The tenements hum my lullaby of rust Their pipes bleed the hymns of the dust I’ll die as I lived: Half wolf, half shrine The butcher, the savior, the fault line