He came with the bottle. Not for the cure— Just the trade. He walks with the silence of bark in a drought Sells you the poison you whisper about Labels it “truth” in an amber jar Swirls it like gospel under dim-lit bars Your god's just a middleman And he owns the price He bottles what breaks us He breaks what they crave He sells the illusion Then drinks what remains Your prophets are pawns And the bootlegger reigns He writes in red But speaks in grayscale Decants your fears As if they're holy grail An alchemist drunk On your unmet need He sells the ache Then watches you bleed "Take it in drops, take it in faith..." "Don’t look away—he counts what you waste…" "Nothing’s for free, but you’re buying the shame…" (Loop layered and reversed) Shed the skin / Break the myth Bleed the price / Breathe the gift Burn the script / Drink the sin He’ll be back To sell again He bottles what breaks us He breaks what we crave He sells the illusion Then drinks what remains You're the addict— He's the stain You're the prayer— He's the flame
