The Devil’s Debt

[Low industrial heartbeat bass throb, atmospheric fading ambient noise]

[Slow dark synth, solemn vocals]

The smoke is clearing from the twisted steel,

The finish line was never even real.

We ran so hard just to stand in place,

Now we’re staring at the wreckage of the devil’s race.

The binary is broken, the lights are dimmed,

The cup we fought for is dry at the rim.

We traded our touch for a digital ghost,

Now the silence is what hurts us the most.

[Funeral March Rhythm, Heavy Doom Beats, Melancholic Vocal]

Pay the debt, pay the price,

Cold hands rolling the devil’s dice.

The race is over, the track is gone,

But the ghost of the runner carries on.

They promised us speed, they promised us sight,

Then they left us alone in the middle of the night.

The foreseen eyes are closing at last,

Burying the future in the dirt of the past.

We’re looking for a hand that isn’t a screen,

Trying to remember what "human" could mean.

Find yourself... in the debt you owe.

Pay the debt, pay the price,

Cold hands rolling the devil’s dice.

The race is over, the track is gone,

But the ghost of the runner carries on.

[Instrumental Transition]

[Electronic instruments fade out completely][Lonely acoustic guitar only, raw vulnerable vocals, slow tempo]

The race is over... the debt is due...

Find yourself... in something true.