Distilled Dominion

I’ve seen sinners crawl in dusty and broke,

With a story to sell and a soul to choke,

They think Hell’s fire is the worst it gets—

Nah, try last call and unpaid debts.

I pour the poison, I hear the lies,

Confessions cheap as the whiskey’s price,

You want relief? You want escape?

Better learn who decides your fate.

(You slam a glass down. The bar goes quiet.)

PRE-CHORUS

This ain’t just booze behind the bar,

It’s leverage, power, and who you are—

In a city where everyone wants control,

I run the place that feeds the soul.

CHORUS

🎵 Under my rule, under my tab,

Every deal tastes sweet or bad,

You want perks? You want relief?

Pay in secrets, pain, or belief.

No crown, no throne, don’t need that title—

I rule Hell sideways, smooth and subtle.

So smile, sinner, play it cool—

You’re drinking under my rule. 🎵

VERSE 2

VIP booth for the charming freaks,

Watered-down drinks for the loudmouth cheats,

I decide who forgets tonight,

And who remembers every bite.

You want stronger? I got a blend,

Makes angels blush and demons bend,

You want mercy? I might comply—

Depends how well you tip and why.

(A demon tries to cut the line. You raise an eyebrow. They retreat.)

PRE-CHORUS 2

No guns, no knives, no bloody show,

Just a measured pour and a quiet “no,”

In Hell, respect is hard to earn—

But watch how fast they learn.

CHORUS

🎵 Under my rule, under my tab,

Every sinner’s good or bad,

You want favors? You want a pass?

Hope your past fits in a glass.

No halo, pitchfork, or flashy duel—

I break ‘em down with ice and fuel.

So sip it slow, obey the rule—

You’re drinking under my rule. 🎵

BRIDGE (SLOWER, JAZZY)

I don’t judge—no, that’s not my style,

I just remember every mile,

Every cry, every desperate plea,

And someday? They come back to me.

Because the bar never forgets a face,

Or the ones who cracked under the taste,

In a world where deals are signed in blood—

Mine are signed in distilled trust.

FINAL CHORUS (BIG, CHAOTIC)

🎵 Under my rule, raise your glass,

To broken dreams and a burning past,

You want power? You want to win?

Start by ordering your sin.

The hotel’s loud, the city’s cruel—

But this bar? This bar’s a jewel.

One drink in and you already knew—

You’re living under my rule. 🎵

(Music cuts. You smirk.)

OUTRO (SPOKEN)

Last call, losers.

And remember—

I don’t run Hell…

Hell runs through me.

(Lights out. Glass clinks.)