The Debt Outlives the Manv6

[Intro] The wager was made before you were born. The cards are still on the table. Your turn. BLEAGH! [Breakdown] BLEAAAGH! YOUR TURN! NO WAY OUT! THE HOUSE REMEMBERS! THE DEBT COLLECTS! [Verse 1] A house full of portraits keeps watch in the dark. A name sealed in silver. A mark under skin. The master speaks softly of debts and of favors, as if every nightmare were something to win. I came here to guard him, to stand by the door. I thought that the danger was waiting outside. But every locked room has a breath of its own, and something is counting the steps that I take. [Pre-Chorus] The deal was made. The years moved on. The player’s gone— the game goes on. [Chorus] The debt outlives the man who made it. The hand that dealt it never dies. I hear the old house turn the pages. I see the cards behind my eyes. You can bury the name. You can burn the sign. But the game keeps playing when you leave the table behind. [Breakdown] YOUR TURN! NO WAY OUT! THE HOUSE REMEMBERS! THE DEBT COLLECTS! [Verse 2] The walls wear the faces of people forgotten. The clock has no hands, but the hours crawl by. A voice in the hallway repeats my own footsteps. The silence is learning the shape of my mind. He calls it a bargain. He calls it a blessing. He calls every warning a weakness of faith. But something below us has waited for payment, and it knows every road that could lead me away. [Pre-Chorus] The deal was made. The years moved on. The player’s gone— the game goes on. [Chorus] The debt outlives the man who made it. The hand that dealt it never dies. I hear the old house turn the pages. I see the cards behind my eyes. You can bury the name. You can burn the sign. But the game keeps playing when you leave the table behind. [Breakdown] YOUR TURN! NO WAY OUT! THE HOUSE REMEMBERS! THE DEBT COLLECTS! [Bridge] I thought I could stand between the living and the bargain. I thought a locked door could keep the past away. But the cards are laid out in the shape of my shadow, and the dealer is waiting for me to say— I refuse the wager. I refuse the prize. I refuse to become another name in the house. [Final Chorus] The debt outlives the man who made it. The hand that dealt it never dies. I hear the old house turn the pages. I see the cards behind my eyes. You can bury the name. You can burn the sign. But the game keeps playing when you leave the table behind. [Final Breakdown] NO MORE WAGERS! NO MORE DEBTS! NO MORE NAMES FOR THE HOUSE TO KEEP! THE GAME IS OVER— THE HOUSE SAYS NO! [Outro] The wager was made before you were born. The cards are still on the table.