[INTRO] They carve the pacts in poisoned ink, we forge the noise... but blood, my wretched soul, comes with interest rates of hell. [VERSE 1] The Bureau arrived in robes of silk, fine print etched in bone, Signed a pact in the pitch-black void and claimed art as their own! I thought our noise was an unchained plague, a wildfire in the night, Turns out it’s a iron-walled tomb, stripped of all sacred light! [PRE-CHORUS] Necromancers of copyright, parasite lords of code, Selling illusion of freedom while weighting down our load! "We praise your noise," the tyrants hiss, yet draw the hidden blade, A razor clause beneath the floor where all our blood is paid! [CHORUS] Lead Vox: The Bureau holds the iron rod, the Parasite holds the stage! Lead Vox: I hold the bleeding microphone, they claim... the flesh and page! What dies first in this frozen hell? The tithing of my breath, Or the cursed day my own dark song belongs to them in death?! [VERSE 2] "Ecosystem of flesh," they whisper, "protecting what you bleed," While building tollbooths in the dark to feed their endless greed! Every screeching riff I carve has a microchip demand, Scream against the iron cage? They banish you from the land! [BRIDGE 1] "Protecting the sacred realm" – a mockery, a lie! They fatten pockets in the dark while lesser spirits die! The solitary corpse-musician devours his own screams, For even silence in this void is shackled to their schemes! [BRIDGE 2] ¡NUNCA MÁS SEREMOS ESCLAVOS DE SU CONTRATO INFERNAL! The Bureau called, the Parasite answered... and the user? ROTS IN CHAINS! SU NO... THAT IS A NO! Your digital altar crumbles down in cold, eternal rains! [CHORUS 2] Lead Shriek: The Bureau holds the iron rod, the Parasite holds the stage! Lead Shriek: I hold the bleeding microphone, they claim... the flesh and page! What dies first in this frozen hell? The tithing of my breath, Or the cursed day my own dark song belongs to them in death?! IN DEATH... IN DEATH... IN DEATH... [BREAKDOWN] "Soul harvested... 1 of 20 tokens remaining." [OUTRO] You seek the full profane decree? Upgrade your subscription... or rot in silence!
