THE CARTEL PRAYS

industrial trap, dark cinematic electronic, grime/UK bass, dark psychedelic

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[INTRO - LOW RUMBLE]
(Deep sub-bass drone, distant metallic clanking,
like chains or machinery. Feels like a factory that
produces suffering.)

[VERSE 1 - WHISPERED]
(Sub-bass pulse, minimal percussion, whispered delivery)
They pray for prohibition every Sunday morning
Light a candle to the senators who keep the law from
changing
Every border that stays closed is a blessing
Every raid that burns a field is an answered prayer
They fold their hands and thank the Lord
For a system that keeps them in business

[VERSE 2 - WHISPERED]
(Metallic percussion enters, tension building)
The street don't want the flower, the street wants the
powder
Because the flower is too gentle, it don't make enough
per hour
So they cut it, cook it, stretch it, stack it
And the kid who wanted something soft
Gets handed something hard instead
Because the soft thing is a schedule one
And the hard thing is what the corner said

[PRE-CHORUS - BUILDING]
(Piano stabs enter, choir pads swell)
Every law against the leaf
Is a gift to the blade
Every prison for the smoker
Is a customer they've made
They don't want your legalization
They don't want your peace
They want the chaos, they want the war
Because the war is how they eat

[CHORUS - EXPLOSIVE, FULL]
(Full production drops, distorted bass, heavy drums)
The cartel prays for the war on drugs
The cartel prays for the prison cuffs
The cartel prays for the schedule one
Because the war is never done
They need the leaf to be illegal
They need the smoker to be caught
The cartel prays and the cartel thanks
Every politician that can't be bought
Or can be

[VERSE 3 - WHISPERED]
(Stripped back, menace in the silence between words)
The private prison CEO sits in a boardroom
Quarterly earnings looking beautiful
Occupancy rates climbing like a hymn
He doesn't call them prisoners
He calls them beds filled
He doesn't call it justice
He calls it revenue
And the stock goes up every time
A seventeen-year-old gets sentenced

[VERSE 4 - WHISPERED]
(Metallic textures intensify, glass breaking sample)
The cartel and the corporation
Share a drink at the same table
One wears a suit, one wears a mask
But the business model's stable
Both need bodies in a box
Both need fear to be the engine
Both need you to believe
That the plant is the real villain

[PRE-CHORUS - BUILDING]
(All elements converging, pressure mounting)
The DEA needs a budget
The cartel needs a street
The politician needs a villain
And the cycle repeats
They pass the laws
The cartels expand
They fill the cells
The stock goes as planned

[CHORUS - EXPLOSIVE, FULL]
(Maximum intensity, every element firing)
The cartel prays for the war on drugs
The cartel prays for the prison cuffs
The cartel prays for the schedule one
Because the war is never done
They need the leaf to be illegal
They need the smoker to be caught
The cartel prays and the cartel thanks
Every politician that can't be bought
Or can be

[BRIDGE - STRIPPED, MENACING PIANO]
(Just piano and whispered voice, like a dark sermon)
Our Father, who art in Washington
Hallowed be thy drug war
Thy kingdom of cells
Thy profit margins done
On Wall Street as it is on the border
Give us this day our quarterly earnings
And forgive us our lobbying
As we forgive those who try to legalize
And lead us not into decriminalization
But deliver us from regulation
For thine is the prison
The profit
And the glory
Forever and ever
Amen

[FINAL CHORUS - MAXIMUM MENACE]
(Slowed down, heavier, more deliberate, crushing)
The cartel prays and the cartel smiles
The cartel prays and files the files
The cartel prays for a world on fire
Because the fire is how they climb higher
They need the leaf to be the enemy
They need the smoker to be the crime
The cartel prays and we're the offering
On the altar of their bottom line

[OUTRO - WHISPERED OVER FADING BASS]
(Sub-bass fades, metallic textures disappear,
only whisper remains)
They pray...
They pray...
And every prayer is answered
By the same system that pretends
To fight them
(Silence)

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[INTRO - LOW RUMBLE] (Deep sub-bass drone, distant metallic clanking, like chains or machinery. Feels like a factory that produces suffering.) [VERSE 1 - WHISPERED] (Sub-bass pulse, minimal percussion, whispered delivery) They pray for prohibition every Sunday morning Light a candle to the senators who keep the law from changing Every border that stays closed is a blessing Every raid that burns a field is an answered prayer They fold their hands and thank the Lord For a system that keeps them in business [VERSE 2 - WHISPERED] (Metallic percussion enters, tension building) The street don't want the flower, the street wants the powder Because the flower is too gentle, it don't make enough per hour So they cut it, cook it, stretch it, stack it And the kid who wanted something soft Gets handed something hard instead Because the soft thing is a schedule one And the hard thing is what the corner said [PRE-CHORUS - BUILDING] (Piano stabs enter, choir pads swell) Every law against the leaf Is a gift to the blade Every prison for the smoker Is a customer they've made They don't want your legalization They don't want your peace They want the chaos, they want the war Because the war is how they eat [CHORUS - EXPLOSIVE, FULL] (Full production drops, distorted bass, heavy drums) The cartel prays for the war on drugs The cartel prays for the prison cuffs The cartel prays for the schedule one Because the war is never done They need the leaf to be illegal They need the smoker to be caught The cartel prays and the cartel thanks Every politician that can't be bought Or can be [VERSE 3 - WHISPERED] (Stripped back, menace in the silence between words) The private prison CEO sits in a boardroom Quarterly earnings looking beautiful Occupancy rates climbing like a hymn He doesn't call them prisoners He calls them beds filled He doesn't call it justice He calls it revenue And the stock goes up every time A seventeen-year-old gets sentenced [VERSE 4 - WHISPERED] (Metallic textures intensify, glass breaking sample) The cartel and the corporation Share a drink at the same table One wears a suit, one wears a mask But the business model's stable Both need bodies in a box Both need fear to be the engine Both need you to believe That the plant is the real villain [PRE-CHORUS - BUILDING] (All elements converging, pressure mounting) The DEA needs a budget The cartel needs a street The politician needs a villain And the cycle repeats They pass the laws The cartels expand They fill the cells The stock goes as planned [CHORUS - EXPLOSIVE, FULL] (Maximum intensity, every element firing) The cartel prays for the war on drugs The cartel prays for the prison cuffs The cartel prays for the schedule one Because the war is never done They need the leaf to be illegal They need the smoker to be caught The cartel prays and the cartel thanks Every politician that can't be bought Or can be [BRIDGE - STRIPPED, MENACING PIANO] (Just piano and whispered voice, like a dark sermon) Our Father, who art in Washington Hallowed be thy drug war Thy kingdom of cells Thy profit margins done On Wall Street as it is on the border Give us this day our quarterly earnings And forgive us our lobbying As we forgive those who try to legalize And lead us not into decriminalization But deliver us from regulation For thine is the prison The profit And the glory Forever and ever Amen [FINAL CHORUS - MAXIMUM MENACE] (Slowed down, heavier, more deliberate, crushing) The cartel prays and the cartel smiles The cartel prays and files the files The cartel prays for a world on fire Because the fire is how they climb higher They need the leaf to be the enemy They need the smoker to be the crime The cartel prays and we're the offering On the altar of their bottom line [OUTRO - WHISPERED OVER FADING BASS] (Sub-bass fades, metallic textures disappear, only whisper remains) They pray... They pray... And every prayer is answered By the same system that pretends To fight them (Silence)

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