[Intro] [Distant, crackling vinyl static. A slow, heavy bass guitar riff enters—thick with fuzz. A haunting melodica plays a minor-key scale.] [Verse 1] Spilled my coffee on the grimoire floor A hollow knock on a basement door The Wi-Fi’s down, the moon is green Something’s living in the washing machine. I’m tired of the 9-to-5 decay Looking for a shortcut, a different way I saw a shadow with too many eyes Peering through the static of the London skies. [Chorus] [The beat drops hard. Distorted synths kick in. The vocals become more melodic but airy.] Oh, I’ve found a friend in the deep, dark end He’s got a signature I need to lend Wrap my soul in a velvet shroud Singing secrets to the mushroom cloud! (It’s the pact! It’s the price!) [Glitchy vocal effects] (Better roll the twenty-sided dice!) [Verse 2] [The energy dips back into a laid-back, "Clint Eastwood" style groove.] He doesn't want my money, doesn't want my time Just a little bit of space inside my mind Now my hands are glowing with an eldritch hue And I’m seeing things that aren't quite true. Murmur in the alley, whisper in the vent I’m the lucky vessel for the high descent 2D vision in a 4D space I think I’m gonna like his terrifying face. [Bridge] [A chaotic, Del the Funky Homosapien-style rap delivery, fast and rhythmic.] Check the contract, check the seal This ain't no ordinary business deal! From the void to the street, keep the rhythm in your feet When the patron starts to hunger, well, you better bring the meat! It’s a psychic connection, a cosmic infection Looking at the world through a soul-less reflection! [Chorus] Oh, I’ve found a friend in the deep, dark end He’s got a signature I need to lend Wrap my soul in a velvet shroud Singing secrets to the mushroom cloud! [Outro] [The melodica returns, drifting off-key. The bass slows down until it’s just a throb.] (Found him...) [Whispered] (He’s in the static...) [The sound of a TV turning off with a sharp pop.]
