Black cap pulled low, crown on the brim
X marks the spot where the light goes dim
Purple smoke rising out both sockets
You see him once, you lock it
ā LOCK IT ā
Torn hoodie, bones showing through the rips
Chain heavy, skull pendant with the double X tips
No eyes to track you, just vapor and voltage
He don't blink, he don't need to ā he's the coldest
ā COLDEST ā
Portrait mode, he fills your whole screen
True black swallows everything in between
Purple smoke at 620nm, electric on OLED
Your lock screen just got a bodyguard, no shade
Similar energy: Hooded Flame Hands
