Fold

[Verse 1]
In the shadows, they laid their plans,
A quiet end, not by hands,
Not by sword or battle’s rage,
But by the cuts that set the stage.

[Pre-Chorus]
Each cut so small, but sharp and deep,
A foe brought low, no peace, no sleep,
Paper-thin, they tore apart,
A thousand cuts to break the heart.

[Chorus]
Death by a thousand paper cuts,
A foe whose wounds will never shut,
No sword to strike, no single blow,
Just the pain thats left to grow,
Piece by piece, they fall apart,
A silent end to a hardened heart.

[Verse 2]
They stood tall, they stood proud,
But little wounds spoke far too loud,
They bled not from a single strike,
But from the thousand cuts that bite.

[Pre-Chorus]
They faltered, worn from unseen wars,
Each cut a wound, a hidden sore,
Paper-thin, it drained away,
Their strength, their will, day by day.

[Chorus]
Death by a thousand paper cuts,
A foe whose wounds will never shut,
No sword to strike, no single blow,
Just the pain that's left to grow,
Piece by piece, they fall apart,
A silent end to a hardened heart.

[Bridge]
In the end, they couldn’t stand,
A shattered will, an empty hand,
The mighty fell with every tear,
A thousand cuts, their deepest fear.

[Chorus]
Death by a thousand paper cuts,
A foe whose wounds will never shut,
No sword to strike, no single blow,
Just the pain thats left to grow,
Piece by piece, they fall apart,
A silent end to a hardened heart.

[Outro]
No echoes left of their proud fight,
No lasting trace in the dimming light,
Just a memory that slowly shuts,
Death by a thousand paper cuts.