"The Rot"

(Verse 1) Suit and tie, a silver tongue, Selling souls since they were young. Signed in blood, the papers burn, Waiting for the tables to turn. Gold in pockets, dirt on hands, Building castles on sinking sands. You fed the monster, you kept it small, Now watch the shadows climb the wall. Judgment day in a concrete room, The system’s breath is a silent doom. No more lies, no more deals, Can you feel how the cold steel feels? (The price is paid...) [Aggressive deep techy bassline] [Industrial percussion hits] (Verse 2) Hidden accounts, stolen years, Built a kingdom on people's tears. You thought you're gods, above the law, But truth has a long and heavy claw. The lights are flickering, the doors are locked, The clock is ticking, the gun is cocked. Not a hero, not a saint, Just the rot that you tried to paint. (Bridge - Atmospheric) [Drums stop, low frequency vibration] Look at your hands. What do you see? The ink is black. The blood is free. (No escape...) (Outro) The walls are sweating, the air is thin, Nowhere to hide the original sin. The gold is heavy, it pulls you down, Into the mud of your hollow town. No private jets, no bulletproof glass, Just the shadows watching you pass. Your legacy is a burning hole, A perfect price for a rotted soul. Judgment day in a concrete room, The system’s breath is a silent doom. No more lies, no more deals, Can you feel how the cold steel feels? (The dark is here...) [Drums stop, only a low-frequency hum] Empty chairs. Broken seals. The ghost of the power Is all that stays real. (Count the