Poison-Green Vials (Dramatic Experimental Bass Edition)

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Green Vials / The Merchant’s Voice
(Poetic English translation — faithful, atmospheric, hypnotic)

Verse 1
Ladies and gentlemen… oh, say nothing at all.
Your desire stepped inside long before you crossed the threshold.
Let me show you everything you’ve ever longed for,
everything no one ever leaned close enough
to whisper into your ear.
I did. I am your friend.

All you crave lies here, in my poison‑green vials.
See how the light shimmers inside them?
Beautiful — like the eye of a serpent.

Verse 2
Look here: this is the radiant mind. Just two drops a day.
A white flash, destructive as the atom —
but only if you overdose.

The spark would ignite in your own eyes
if you finally understood yourselves.
A golden rim would bloom around your gaze,
a rainbow edge around your pupils.
Your eyes would grow deeper, brighter.

But why wait, when everything is already here in my vials?
I know you desire it — and I will give it.
Let the crisp banknotes come,
the gleaming coins.
I give everything — just pay.

Verse 3
Ah… this body the sunlight gently caresses — isn’t it glorious?
I know you wanted one like this.

The curve of shining, steel‑hard muscle.
The warm tone of velvet skin
where sunlight and longing slide with a gasp.

I know you desire it — and I will give it, just pay.
My wondrous vials are not for grey little mice.

And look at this radiant posture,
a stance no storm could ever break.
The silky, golden skin that never ages.
I give all of this — just pay.

Verse 4
And that gaze…
Deep and luminous,
its color pure, its brilliance diamond‑bright.
Dawn glows in the corner of the eye,
and the glance never slips —
its light is a laser,
cutting straight to the bone.

Verse 5
And this is allure — my personal favorite.
A breath of color shifting on the skin,
as sunlight brushes the collarbone.

As your breath aligns with the universe,
a deep inner glow,
blue as the starlit haze.

The flawless shark‑smile
that never apologizes.
I know you crave it —
of course you do.

Pre‑Chorus
Here you don’t need to say what you desire.
I see it.
I know it.
And I give it — just pay.

Let the crisp banknotes come,
the gleaming coins.
I give everything — just pay.

Chorus
Take whatever you wish.
Here you need not explain,
nor blush, nor hide.

I know exactly what you desire —
better than you ever did.

My poison‑green vials care for you.
They hold what you long for,
what is missing from you.
They care for you.

I see what you desire.
And I give it — just pay.

Let the crisp banknotes come,
the gleaming coins.
I give everything — just pay.

Bridge
See that other line, where no one stands?
Who would want such shabby trinkets
as growth, discipline, responsibility?
That line is the line of losers.
It closed quickly — but I never do.

Do nothing.
Cherish the fragile illusion
of your own perfection.

And if something unquenchable remains in you,
you will always find me here.

Outro
Ladies and gentlemen, the shop is open today as well.
The corpse‑light beside the sign never goes out.
Why would it?
You feed it yourselves.

Desire and longing always find new faces.
My poison‑green vials stretch on forever.
There is no lack they cannot cure.

And you need do nothing —
just pay.

Let the crisp banknotes come,
the gleaming coins.
I give everything — just pay.

And you will pay — with your money.
You will pay — with your soul.
You will always find me here.
My vials stretch on forever.

You will pay with your soul.
And never, ever forget:

in the end, I always win.

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Green Vials / The Merchant’s Voice (Poetic English translation — faithful, atmospheric, hypnotic) Verse 1 Ladies and gentlemen… oh, say nothing at all. Your desire stepped inside long before you crossed the threshold. Let me show you everything you’ve ever longed for, everything no one ever leaned close enough to whisper into your ear. I did. I am your friend. All you crave lies here, in my poison‑green vials. See how the light shimmers inside them? Beautiful — like the eye of a serpent. Verse 2 Look here: this is the radiant mind. Just two drops a day. A white flash, destructive as the atom — but only if you overdose. The spark would ignite in your own eyes if you finally understood yourselves. A golden rim would bloom around your gaze, a rainbow edge around your pupils. Your eyes would grow deeper, brighter. But why wait, when everything is already here in my vials? I know you desire it — and I will give it. Let the crisp banknotes come, the gleaming coins. I give everything — just pay. Verse 3 Ah… this body the sunlight gently caresses — isn’t it glorious? I know you wanted one like this. The curve of shining, steel‑hard muscle. The warm tone of velvet skin where sunlight and longing slide with a gasp. I know you desire it — and I will give it, just pay. My wondrous vials are not for grey little mice. And look at this radiant posture, a stance no storm could ever break. The silky, golden skin that never ages. I give all of this — just pay. Verse 4 And that gaze… Deep and luminous, its color pure, its brilliance diamond‑bright. Dawn glows in the corner of the eye, and the glance never slips — its light is a laser, cutting straight to the bone. Verse 5 And this is allure — my personal favorite. A breath of color shifting on the skin, as sunlight brushes the collarbone. As your breath aligns with the universe, a deep inner glow, blue as the starlit haze. The flawless shark‑smile that never apologizes. I know you crave it — of course you do. Pre‑Chorus Here you don’t need to say what you desire. I see it. I know it. And I give it — just pay. Let the crisp banknotes come, the gleaming coins. I give everything — just pay. Chorus Take whatever you wish. Here you need not explain, nor blush, nor hide. I know exactly what you desire — better than you ever did. My poison‑green vials care for you. They hold what you long for, what is missing from you. They care for you. I see what you desire. And I give it — just pay. Let the crisp banknotes come, the gleaming coins. I give everything — just pay. Bridge See that other line, where no one stands? Who would want such shabby trinkets as growth, discipline, responsibility? That line is the line of losers. It closed quickly — but I never do. Do nothing. Cherish the fragile illusion of your own perfection. And if something unquenchable remains in you, you will always find me here. Outro Ladies and gentlemen, the shop is open today as well. The corpse‑light beside the sign never goes out. Why would it? You feed it yourselves. Desire and longing always find new faces. My poison‑green vials stretch on forever. There is no lack they cannot cure. And you need do nothing — just pay. Let the crisp banknotes come, the gleaming coins. I give everything — just pay. And you will pay — with your money. You will pay — with your soul. You will always find me here. My vials stretch on forever. You will pay with your soul. And never, ever forget: in the end, I always win.

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