The Alchemist Debt

The Alchemist’s Debt

(A lonely, reverb-soaked Trumpet plays a noir-style melody. Underneath, a heavy, mechanical "clanking" sound serves as the percussion. A deep, fuzzy Synth-Bass enters, sliding between notes.)

(Jazz-Noir vibe: Trumpet and Clanking Percussion)

I’ve got a basement full of lead and old regret A pile of promises I haven't paid for yet I put the sorrow in a beaker, I turn the heat up high Trying to find a way to make a hollow feeling fly I’m stirring up the ashes of the bridges that I burned Waiting for the wisdom that I haven't even earned.

(The beat shifts to a driving, distorted Drum Machine pulse)

One part fire, two parts salt I’m searching for the gold inside of every single fault I’m brewing up a remedy for things I can't undo And every drop I’ve gathered belongs to you.

(The Alchemist Switch: A wall of Gritty Grunge Guitars and Brass Stabs)

It’s the Alchemist’s Debt! You can't turn the lead into gold for free There’s a price for the light and the chemistry! I’m paying it back in the rhythm and the rhyme Trading all my secrets for a little bit of time!Yeah, I’m paying the debt!

(The sound thins out to a Clean Electric Guitar with a "shimmer" effect)

Your demeanor is the catalyst, the spark inside the glass Watching all the heavy years finally start to pass I used to want to change the way the story had to go But now I’m just the witness to the beauty in the lowI ’m refining every tear until it catches on the light A different kind of treasure in the middle of the night.

(Half-time. A haunting Piano melody plays against a chaotic Violin that sounds like it’s being played with a saw.)

The weight doesn't vanish, it just starts to glow...The deeper the canyon, the further we go.(GrizzlyJones: "Balance the scale!")

(The Trumpet from the intro returns but is now run through a Distortion Pedal, dueling with a heavy Bass Guitar.)

(Maximum intensity. The Brass and Guitars merge into one massive sound.)

It’s the Alchemist’s Debt! You can't turn the lead into gold for free There’s a price for the light and the chemistry! I’m paying it back in the rhythm and the rhyme Trading all my secrets for a little bit of time!

(The chaos stops. Just the Trumpet playing a final, soft note over the sound of a ticking clock.)

Paid in full.

(The clock stops ticking.)

Gold from the ghost.

(Silence.)