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The Final Cut
10
Metal
The Final Cut was released on June 11, 2025 by Obsidian Grave Records as a part of the album The Final Cut - Single
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Release DateJune 11, 2025
LabelObsidian Grave Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kalvin Tw
Kalvin Tw
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalvin Tw
Kalvin Tw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kalvin Tw
Kalvin Tw
Executive Producer

Lyrics

This isn't heartbreak — it's a fucking eulogy
Signed in blood — from you to me
Buried alive in a shallow grave
You left me gasping, whispering your name
Clawing through the filth with bloodstained nails
Now I'm back — and I'm bringing hell
You thought I'd rot in the dark forever
But the devil taught me how to sever
Limbs from lies, truth from flesh
I'm the ghost you carved — and I'm not finished yet
This isn't justice — it's a motherfucking masterpiece
Every scream a note, every cut a symphony
Say my name, one last time
Before I carve it down your spine
You made your bed in a body bag
Now you'll sleep in the red
This is the final cut
And I won't miss again
I watched you laugh while I bled out slow
Heard your lies, every goddamn show
You wore my blood like a fucking crown
But the king has come to burn it down
I kept your photos in a box of blades
Slashed your face off every frame
And now, darling, it's your turn to feel
How agony makes revenge so real
Scalpel tongue, slit-throat kiss
You taught me pain — now choke on this
Tied you down in your perfect dress
Smile wide for the slit, bitch — say "YES"
Darling…
Do you remember the ice on the floor?
The duct tape smile?
You begged for warmth —
So I gave you fire.
Your sins drip down the stairs like wax
Every footprint a panic attack
I watched you claw at the locked front door
But I was the god of your horror score
The lights went out — just like your grace
As I dragged your name across your face
Darling, every scream was a fucking gift
Wrapped in silence and razor-ripped
This isn't closure — it's a fucking crucifixion
Hung on hooks made of your fiction
Say my name, one last time
Before I carve it down your spine
You made your bed in a body bag
Now you'll sleep in the red
This is the final cut
And I won't miss again
Let the walls bleed
Let the guilt feed
Every lie you ever told — I'll make it breathe
Stitch your lips to your fucking throat
So the next time you lie, you fucking choke
Ashes to ashes, darling to ghost
You haunt no more, I've made you toast
Your silence is golden — and six feet deep
This is the final cut...
Now fucking sleep.
Written by: Kalvin Tw
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