[Vocals over atop a Macabre Bridge, jagged, heavy low-end, rhythmic card snapping, dark carnival tension] [Verse 1, cold rhythmic flow, sharp delivery, predatory atmosphere] Front door open didn’t need a key Stop your shivering and look at me Black ink leaking from the hem of my coat Got a deck of cards held at your throat Dealer in the corner shadow on the floor You aren’t keeping count of the lonesome score I’m the debt collector I’m the final debt Everything you haven’t even lost quite yet CHOP CHOP CUT THE DECK CHOP CHOP SCOOP THE QUADS You sit down Let the marrow turn to ice Take your volition put you in a sleeve BODY BAGS BODY BAGS Near mint condition when I watch you leave I lay your history out across the wood Like a bunch of broken promises that never did you good [Chorus, dark mellow anthemic energy, heavy brass swells, pounding cinematic drums, menacing triumph] Oh you want to stay How cute you want to fight I’ve been stacking these decks since the dawn of the light Claw at the air Hold your breath till you’re blue But the Dealer is bored of looking at you The table is turning the candle is low I’m forcing your hand dear its time to go MOVE ON TIME’S UP MOVE ON DRAIN THE CUP [Verse 2, frantic chopper-drill tight syllaballic chains, rap, skittering hats, high-pressure energy, jagged madness] Counting the cracks on your mahogany desk Making every failure look picturesque Need a minute? No. Out of ink? Yes. I’m the only answer to this hollow mess Easier to fall? Maybe for the weak But I like the way you struggle when the floorboards creak Hit the wall. Go ahead. Break a bone. I’m the only king upon a cardboard throne BURN IT DOWN BURN IT DOWN You reach out Feel the tremor in your fist Why so blue? Watch this I’ll negate you too You say you aren’t ready to hit the floor I say I’ve heard that one a thousand times before [Chorus, dark mellow anthemic energy, heavy brass swells, pounding cinematic drums, menacing triumph] Oh you want to stay How cute you want to fight I’ve been stacking these decks since the dawn of the light Claw at the air Hold your breath till you’re blue But the Dealer is bored of looking at you The table is turning the candle is low I’m forcing your hand dear its time to go FOLD THEM FOLD THEM FOLD THEM [Bridge, rhythmic grueling chants, heavy stomps, building vocal layers, dark ritual energy] Take the mercy. NO. Take the rule. NO. You’re never leaving this room. NO. Dreams on the wall? TEAR THEM DOWN. Names on the list? BURN THEM OUT. THE FINAL CUT. THE FINAL CUT. [Chorus, maximum anthemic volume, triumphant dark energy, euphoric orchestral peak, total dominance] Oh you want to stay How cute you want to fight I’ve been stacking these decks since the dawn of the light Claw at the air Hold your breath till you’re blue But the Dealer is bored of looking at you The table is turning the candle is low I’m forcing your hand dear its time to go [Outro, fading minimalist beat, cold low narration, finality] Staring at the sky? I’ll paint it black No round two. No coming back. I didn’t come to close your eyes. I came to take the light. No more breath. No more fight.
