[Title: THE DEBT THAT WALKS] [Intro - Whispers, Detuned Piano] [Chains Drag Left to Right; Distant Hooves] [Low Brass Drone; Male Bass-Baritone Spoken] You hear that iron scraping stone? That ain't thunder, child. Thunder passes. I don't. You shut the door on yesterday... Yesterday came home. [Verse 1 - Sinister Reggae Rap, One-Drop Drums] [Muted Horn Stabs; Offbeat Guitar; Deep Sub] You laid your foundation on a neighbor's broken back, Called the ruin progress, painted over every crack. You sold a man a ladder, then you set the rungs aflame, Now you wonder why the smoke keeps spelling out your name. Every favor had a price tag, every kindness had a fee, You could count a hundred fortunes, couldn't count one casualty. You put a halo on your hunger, wore a sermon like a shield, Planted lies inside the garden, cursed the poison in the yield. Thought the silence meant acquittal, thought the darkness meant a pass, But the past has got four iron hooves and horns of molten glass. [Pre-Chorus - Half-Whispered Dub Chant] [Piano Notes Echo Behind Listener; Brass Rising] Run to the river - water knows. Run to the mountain - mountain bows. Run to the church - bells crack in two. Every road you stole leads back to you. [Chorus - Ominous Melodic Reggae Hook] [Huge Sub-Bass; Funeral Horns; Dub Echo] Clank, clank - hear the chain on the ground! Run, run - but the road turns around! Knock, knock - iron hoof at your door! You know what I came here for! No sleep, no peace, nowhere to hide, Your sin got a shadow and the shadow got eyes. Clank, clank - let the black bells toll! I'm the Rolling Calf; I come collect what you owe! [Echo - Whisper Travels Right to Left] What you owe... what you owe... [Verse 2 - Low Threatening Rap; Metallic Rimshots] [Detuned Minor Piano; Heavy Reggae Bass] I was born where the buried confessions learn to breathe, From the weight of all the things you made the helpless grieve. My horns are crooked question marks you never dared to face, My chains are forged from every hand you left without a place. My hide is scorched with all the names you couldn't bear to read, My engine runs on broken vows; my fuel is human greed. A furnace for a heartbeat, copper scripture in my spine, A thousand little warning lights you swore were never signs. Your fingerprints are on the locks of every bolted gate, You didn't swing the hammer, but you taught the hand to hate. You say you never meant it, that you simply looked away, But indifference is a debt that gathers interest every day. I don't hunt the faultless, don't mistake me for your fear; I follow all the footsteps that you hoped would disappear. [Beat Cuts - Hoof Strike Dead Center] [Close Whisper in Left Ear] You recognize that rhythm? That's your conscience changing gears. [Chorus - Dark Brass, Male Chant, Wide Delays] Clank, clank - hear the chain on the ground! Run, run - but the road turns around! Knock, knock - iron hoof at your door! You know what I came here for! No sleep, no peace, nowhere to hide, Your sin got a shadow and the shadow got eyes. Clank, clank - let the black bells toll! I'm the Rolling Calf; I come collect what you owe! [Instrumental - Horror Dub Interlude] [Three-Note Piano; Dissonant Trombone] [Chains Orbit Stereo; Hoofbeats Approach] [Sub-Bass Heartbeat; Sudden Silence] [Bridge - Spoken, Barely Above a Whisper] [Single Piano Note; Distant Trumpet Mourning] You want to know why I'm here? Not for the wrong you couldn't stop. For the wrong you watched unfold, Then climbed on top. You had a choice at every crossing, Saw the warning, crossed the line. Now the bill is in your heartbeat, And the signature is mine. [Verse 3 - Double-Time Cinematic Rap] [Industrial One-Drop; Low Horn Crescendo] I'm the reckon in the reckoning, the crack beneath the crown, The echo of the ones you stepped on climbing to the top of town. I'm the ledger with no eraser, every entry carved in coal, You can buy another mirror, can't buy back a borrowed soul. Try to outrun all the damage, all the promises you sold; Every lie becomes a landmark on the highway to my fold. My metal jaw is judgment, but my words are your reflection: I am not the first infection, I am only the detection. You called yourself the shepherd while you led the flock astray; Now a calf comes through the darkness and the shepherd has to pay. [Final Chorus - Apocalyptic Horns; Massive Dub Bass] [Layered Male Chants; Chains Surround Listener] Clank, clank - hear the chain on the ground! Run, run - but the road turns around! Knock, knock - iron hoof at your door! You know what I came here for! No sleep, no peace, nowhere to hide, Your sin got a shadow and the shadow got eyes. Clank, clank - let the black bells toll! I'm the Rolling Calf; I come collect what you owe! [Outro - Drums Stop; Chains Behind Listener] [Single Broken Piano Chord; Close Dry Whisper] You thought I came from hell? No. Hell just made the chains. You made the reason. [One Final Hoofbeat; Abrupt Silence]
