[Verse 1 – spoken with smooth, theatrical allure] Careful now. She does not chase. She invites. Ursula waits where desperation sinks, Where hope learns how to bargain. Her voice is warm, Her promises warmer still. [Verse 2 – spoken with playful, coaxing confidence] The deal looks fair. Balanced. Reasonable, even. Just a little thing, she says, A token you won’t miss. After all, You came to her. [Verse 3 – spoken with slow, knowing amusement] She never takes everything at once. That would be rude. She takes something small, Something precious, Something you’ll need later But won’t realize until it’s gone. [Verse 4 – spoken with predatory patience] Ink flows easily underwater. Regret does not float. She smiles as you sign, Already rehearsing the moment You swim back, empty-handed, Asking for mercy like it wasn’t itemized. [Verse 5 – spoken with dark, indulgent satisfaction] This is the trap: The deal was honest. Every word was true. She never lied. She simply understood What you were willing to lose Before you did. [Outro – spoken with soft, chilling finality] So listen closely When she offers you salvation. The price is small. The waiting is long. And she will be right here When you come back for the rest.
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