Mute Mode: Mewing On

[Verse 1] Gaze in the mirror, resolve in my eyes, A warrior's stance in the dawn's early rise. Mewing with purpose, my tongue pressed firm, Chasing the contours, for which others yearn. [Chorus] Mute mode, mewing on, crafting my aesthetic, Silent but steadfast, my commitment magnetic. Can’t speak now, busy transforming, Jawline defining, self-reinventing. [Verse 2] Precision my mantra, each posture a step, The roof of my mouth, the secret I've kept. My peers may whisper, their words drift away, Focused on the grind, no time for play. [Chorus] Mute mode, mewing on, discipline unwavering, Each silent moment, my form is savouring. No words needed, let the results speak, A visage chiseled, peak physique. [Bridge] Night falls, yet my resolve glows bright, In the silence, I find my might. The journey is lonely, the path is steep, But the rewards are mine to keep. [Outro] So when you look my way, don't just see the quiet, Behold the sigma, amidst the yapping riot. Careful as you come closer, take heed and awe, "Don’t cut yourself on my jaw."