[Intro] (Sound effect: A slow, deep tolling bell is warped and reversed. Heavy, slow 808s drop.) (Gravelly, slurred): You think the walls are sacred, little sheep? They're just drywall, muthafucka. [Verse 1 - Corrupting the Sacred] You run to the altar, kneel down and pray, thinkin' you're safe. I'm lounging in the rafters, watching the stained glass break. The incense they burn? I swapped it out for my own haze, You breathe in the sulfur, stuck in my smoky daze. The whispers you hear, telling you to be pure and clean, That's just my distortion, the dark influence that stays unseen. I move with the silence, the cold of the grave, the slowness of fate. I am the doubt in the priest, the lie in the collection plate. (Ad-lib, low and menacing): Yeah, tell 'em that! FHUC it! [Pre-Chorus] (The warped bell sound repeats rapidly. The vocal remains chillingly calm.) They call it salvation, they call it the final, cleansing fire, I call it fuel, turning all your misplaced hope into pyre. I'm just a necessary evil, laid back, enjoying the show, Never leaving a corner, never letting the good seed grow. [Chorus] (Heavy reverb on the lead vocal, confident, slow delivery. The bass line is thick and crushing.) THIS IS SANCTUARY SMOKE, yeah, you never gonna breathe damn clean! Trapped in the velvet walls of the darkest, blackest dream! I'm the king of the low-end, high on the slow, cold fate. You screaming for light? Too late, muthafucka, I sealed the gate! Laid-back but dangerous, yeah, intoxication pays the rent, Every single syllable is money that I never spent. (Ad-lib: Never spent!) [Verse 2 - Invasion of the Mind] Got the smoke thick enough to choke out your whole damn thought process, You chase the faith, I just use it for fuel, causing internal distress. You live in the shadow, I live in the back corner of your damned mind, I'm the voice of doubt, the reason your whole life is always behind. I know the motive underneath your surface, I see the flaws you hide, I wrote the rules of addiction, now you follow every single stride. You try to be good, you try to walk straight, but the pavement is warped, The only thing that's real in this life is the debt that you've already absorbed. (Slurred chuckle): You're already mine, a-hole. [Verse 3 - Universal Reach] I keep the good stuff in a ledger that's bound in skin, The biggest lie I sold you was the place you could hide in. I don't need cash, I deal strictly in hours and years, I'm the ultimate taxman, collecting all your tears. You think you found peace? That peace is just a short pause for me, While I wait for the final, ultimate surrender you'll give to your knee. Your contract is final, your signature glows in the dark, You were dead from the moment I left my indelible mark. (Ad-lib: FHUC it!) [Bridge] (The synth line becomes more prominent and unsettling. Metallic, scraping percussion builds tension.) The road is long, the tires are low, but I don't need to hurry. You worry 'bout tomorrow, I'm just living in the blurry. I'm not built to lose, baby, I was made to take the prize, I'm the permanent scar hidden deep behind your eyes. The clock is slowing down, the air is getting cold and thin, You're realizing too late where your damnation begins. (Slurred and sharp): Burn it down! That's the only way to be set free! [Chorus] (Full return of the heavy bass and reverb. Voice is pushed, menacing.) THIS IS SANCTUARY SMOKE, yeah, you never gonna breathe damn clean! Trapped in the velvet walls of the darkest, blackest dream! I'm the king of the low-end, high on the slow, cold fate. You screaming for light? Too late, muthafucka, I sealed the gate! Laid-back but dangerous, yeah, intoxication pays the rent, Every single syllable is money that I never spent. [Outro] (Beat fades out slowly with repeated, distorted hi-hats and a final, deep sub-bass pulse.) (Gravelly, fading laughter): Go on... try to pray... (Heavy cough, then a sharp whisper): burn it down! (Fades out with the sound of the warped bell and a final, deep, distorted "ha!").
