Batarang

Lyrics

Four ounces of blackened steel.
Folded in the quiet.
Waiting for the reach.

You drop from the ledge, the fabric goes wide
Your hand finds my shape before the mind decides
A friction-lock snap, I am out of the belt
The strangest cold metal this city has felt
I am built for the shadow, I'm ground to a curve
To shatter the floodlight, to ruin their nerve
But you put a 12-degree bevel on my wing
And that is the tension. That is the thing.

I'm flying, I'm spinning through the freezing rain
I'm aiming for the shoulder, the wrist, or the chain
But what if the wind shifts? What if they trip?
What if the artery catches the tip?
You made me a symbol, a vigilante's rule
But I'm just a razor dressed up as a tool
Please don't let me kill them for you.

I hit the brick masonry, I spark and I dent
I do exactly what your throwing arm meant
You pick me back up with a reinforced glove
Is it justice we're throwing, or something like love?
For the line that you walk on the edge of the roof
You use me to keep your hands perfectly aloof
From the blood in the gutter, the crack of the bone
I take the impact so you sleep alone.

I'm flying, I'm spinning through the freezing rain
I'm aiming for the shoulder, the wrist, or the chain
But what if the wind shifts? What if they trip?
What if the collarbone catches the tip?
You made me a symbol, a vigilante's rule
But I'm just a razor dressed up as a tool
Please don't let me kill them for you.

It only takes an inch.
One millimeter of a flinch in the dark.
The space between a bruise and a body turning cold.
I carry the one heavy vow that you hold.
I am terrified of the momentum I'm in.

I return to your hand.
You fold me away.
We didn't cross over today.
But I'm sharp.
You made me so sharp.
What if I slip in the dark?