Twenty-One Or Die

Lyrics

Intro
low voice
Room smells like rust and fear
Steel in the air
Cards on the table
Straps on the chair

high voice
Why the fuck I sign up?
This ain’t in the patch notes, bruh
Dealer mask, empty eyes
Says “hit or stand, good luck”

Verse 1
low voice
Hands tied tight, leather bite on my skin
Metal rail kissing my spine as it digs in
Buzzsaw hanging like a halo of sin
Every tooth made of knives, I can hear that grin

Monitor flicker, jackpot red
Blood-slick tiles, stained and spread
He says “place bets,” I just tilt my head
I’ve died inside long time, fuck your dread

high voice
I can’t feel my wrists, they burning raw
That thing spins faster every draw
I blink and it’s closer, hungry jaw
Like it wanna eat my whole damn skull, no pause

Chips like bullets, stacked in piles
He laughs in static, glitching dials
“House advantage: brutal style”
Bro, this tutorial wild

Pre-Chorus
low voice
Dealer deals slow, like a funeral march
One card, two card, heartbeat sparse
I see reflection in that blade arc
Empty eyes, black mark

high voice
He say “twenty-one,” same bored tone
Like we just gaming on the phone
But I see bone dust in the chrome
And a scoreboard carved in stone

Chorus
Both voices
Twenty-one or die in this fucked-up game
Buzzsaw kissing on the loser’s face
Every round closer, shaving off grace
You don’t hit right, you get erased

Twenty-one or die, better count that shit
Sweat drips heavy while the trump cards hit
No pause, no breaks, no reset glitch
House got rules, and the rules ain’t rich

high voice
You wanna stand, better stand on guts
Miss one play and you losing chunks

low voice
Twenty-one or die, that’s the only line
Pray to code, not a god this time

Verse 2
low voice
He got a four, I’m staring at ten
Math says double, gut says “end”
Trump card burning in my hand like sin
“Split the pain,” written where the pip should’ve been

I slam it down, table cracks in half
Cards clone, two stacks, sick laugh
Dealer’s eyes flash glitch-blue, no path
He deals himself six, then six, bloodbath

Saw slows down for a second, tease
I hear you wheeze on the other seat
Smell burnt hair in the metal breeze
I ain’t your savior, kid, I play to eat

high voice
Fuck you mean play to eat, we chained here
We both goin’ under if that blade near
Look at my cheek, it already scraped clear
Left a new smile all the way to my ear

Trump card in my grip reads “Swap Fate”
Gold foil letters, sick little trait
I could trade hands with you, clean slate
Let you taste my death and dodge my weight

Brain say “use it,” heart say “hold”
Hearts don’t count, just wins and fold
I look at you, eyes black and cold
You don’t flinch once when the chain pulls gold

Pre-Chorus
high voice
Dealer taps felt, “Time to choose”
Your breath calm, like you got nothin’ to lose
My pulse in my teeth, I’m shakin’ shoes
Whole damn life in these two little grooves

low voice
I say “hit,” you say “please”
You pray, I just breathe
Saw hum louder like swarm of bees
One more card, then we see who bleeds

Chorus
Both voices
Twenty-one or die in this cursed-ass room
Every new round like a marching doom
Each misplay painting the walls maroon
You ain’t quick, you a red cartoon

Twenty-one or die, that’s the only rule
Dealer don’t blink, dealer don’t drool
House got hacks, house don’t play