Silas Blackthorn, the Timber Baron

[Intro — Three slow metallic impacts] [Grinding descending guitar riff] [Hydraulic pistons, deep industrial bass] [Verse 1 — Deep gravelly baritone, deliberate] I bought the road. I bought the rail. I bought the judge Who set the bail. I own the mill. I own the mine. I own the clock That measures time. You call it home. I call it land. A thousand acres In my hand. You see a forest Standing tall. I see the profit When it falls. [Pre-Chorus — Mechanical rhythm intensifies] There's not a thing beneath the sun That cannot be acquired. And what a man refuses me Can always be retired. [Three metallic impacts] [Chorus — Crushing guitars, slow commanding vocal] Everything has a price. Everything bends or breaks. Every kingdom has a number. Every hand has what it takes. You can pray to your gods. You can swear you'll never sell. But everything has a price, And I collect it well. [Post-Chorus — Descending guitar riff] Everything has a price. Even you. [Verse 2 — Heavy hydraulic groove] I built an empire Out of pine. Turned ancient roots To bottom lines. The rivers run Where I decide. The mountains open From inside. I bought the men Who wrote the law. I bought the men Who looked for flaws. And every time They raised the fee, I bought the ones Who disagreed. [Pre-Chorus — Metallic percussion, rising distortion] A signature. A handshake. A contract signed in red. And if you won't accept my terms, I'll take the land instead. [Three metallic impacts] [Chorus — Crushing industrial groove] Everything has a price. Everything bends or breaks. Every kingdom has a number. Every hand has what it takes. You can pray to your gods. You can swear you'll never sell. But everything has a price, And I collect it well. [Post-Chorus — Descending guitar riff] Everything has a price. Even you. [Bridge — Machinery slows, bass pulses] Then something moved Among the trees. A living thing That answered me. I offered wealth. I offered fame. I offered more Than kings could claim. He laughed beneath That battered vest. A flag across His stubborn chest. No contract signed. No price agreed. Just roots too deep For men like me. [Instrumental — Chainsaw-like synth cuts through grinding guitars] [Verse 3 — Controlled anger, heavier distortion] I've leveled forests. Buried towns. I've watched the mighty Bow their crowns. I've broken unions. Bought the press. I've turned resistance Into debt. And now a tree Dares tell me no? A walking joke That will not go? Then let him learn What others knew. There's always something I can do. [Breakdown — Three metallic impacts, chainsaw mechanism engages] [Final Chorus — Maximum industrial weight, controlled fury] Everything has a price! Everything bends or breaks! Every kingdom has a number! Every hand has what it takes! You can pray to your gods! You can swear you'll never sell! But everything has a price, And I collect it well! [Outro — Instruments gradually shut down] [Deep baritone, almost a whisper] You think you're different. You think you're free. But every tree Falls eventually. [Three slow metallic impacts] [Grinding guitar descends into silence]