[Intro] (Sound effect: Slow, unsettling scratching sound over a heavy 808 throb.) My pen's made of bone... the ink is regret... let's talk business, human. (low, gravelly, smoke-filled laugh) [Verse 1 - The Deal Maker] You walked in the dark, asking for power, begging for grace. I offered a lighter and a smile on my face. You signed the damn paper before you even read the fine print. It says: 'Your soul is now property of the demon, no fucking hint Of refunds or returns.' Now you're bound to the flame. You thought you could beat me? That's the funniest part of the game. I got time, I got endless smoke, I got the cosmic weed. Your pathetic little human struggle is exactly what I need. I own your desires, I own your every damn breath. You wanted success? I gave you the sweet kiss of death. (ad-lib: ha!) [Pre-Chorus] (Beat speeds up slightly. Eerie choir samples swell ominously.) Look at your reflection, see the rot takin' hold? That ain't your heart beating, that's just a story getting old! Don't pray for the morning! The night is eternal! [Chorus - The Binding Oath] (Heavy 808s and deep bass hit. Vocals are slurred, confident shouts.) THE CONTRACT HAZE, yeah, you signed it with your own damn blood! No turning back now, you're stuck in the endless flood! I'm the dealer of dope, the lord of the slow, cold fate. You knocking the door? Too late, **motherfucker**, I sealed the gate! (ad-lib: seal the deal!) Your fate is hazy! Your life is mine! I'm sipping your spirit, enjoying the deadly design! [Verse 2 - Sinister Consumption] I roll up your promises, I burn down your dreams, I watch them ignite. The ash from your hope keeps my blunt burning all through the night. You see me as evil? Bitch, I'm just an economy of scale. Your faith is the joke, your virtue is fragile, your willpower will fail. I've got legions of lawyers, all demons of law, writing the binding text. You try to appeal? I just send you a thousand more complex next- Level forms of torment that make your brain bleed. You're nothing but sustenance, nothing but seed. The grave is the VIP, and I got your access, no velvet ropes, just dirt. You thought you were tough? I'll show you the meaning of permanent hurt. (ad-lib: feel the bass!) [Verse 3 - The Eternal Office] My shadow is longer than the history you taught in your schools. I move so damn slow, I laugh at your watches and all of your rules. I pull the dark strings, watch all your kings fall into the mire. Your whole fragile existence is just fuel for my damn eternal fire. This ain't chaos, this is efficient, this is the way shit is run. I collect every debt before the next damn solar cycle is done. I don't need your worship, I just need your soul and a lighter. I'm your final addiction, there ain't nobody getting tighter. (ad-lib: ha!) [Bridge] (Beat slows down significantly. Just 808s and eerie, sustained organ chords.) The haze is getting thicker now... can you still see the fine print, little prick? I told you, *huff* this slow burn is designed for me. Every second you stall... every second you beg... I’m just getting stronger... and cutting off a new leg... (Vocal shifts to a heavy, gravelly cough/chuckle.) [Chorus - Final Supremacy] (Heavy 808s and deep bass hit. Vocals are slurred, confident shouts.) THE CONTRACT HAZE, yeah, you signed it with your own damn blood! No turning back now, you're stuck in the endless flood! I'm the dealer of dope, the lord of the slow, cold fate. You knocking the door? Too late, motherfucker, I sealed the gate! (ad-lib: fuck it!) Your fate is hazy! Your life is mine! I'm sipping your spirit, enjoying the deadly design! [Outro] (Beat fades slowly, focusing only on the deep, pulsating bass and heavy reverb trails.) Keep breathin' that fear, kid... keep breathin' that decay... (Final sound effect: The sound of paper ripping and a distorted, gravelly whisper: "...next customer...")
