Copyright © Hollow Green https://suno.com/@hollowgreen Thank you for listening and for the comments! ---------------------------------- Corruption Without Cash Verse 1 The dashboard's green, the targets met, The monthly figures all align, The forms are signed, the boxes checked, Another quarter right on time. The meeting ends with smiles and charts, The numbers say we're doing well, But somewhere in the machinery, A different story starts to tell. Pre-Chorus No envelope passed beneath the table, No secret deal, no hidden stash, Just incentives pulling gently, Till the compass starts to crack. Chorus This is corruption without cash, No smoking gun, no bundles stashed, No villain standing in the dark, Just good people drifting off the mark. One little compromise at a time, One metric raised above the line, Till the record shines and the truth grows thin— And nobody knows quite where it begins. Verse 2 The officer chases numbers now, The nurse is racing down the ward, The teacher teaches to the test, The manager serves the quarterly board. No one wakes and plans the fall, No one says, "Let's make things worse," But pressure bends what pressure can, And process slowly comes first. Pre-Chorus Every choice can be defended, Every step explained away, And the wrong thing gets protected By the records of the day. Chorus This is corruption without cash, No smoking gun, no bundles stashed, No villain standing in the dark, Just good people drifting off the mark. One little compromise at a time, One metric raised above the line, Till the record shines and the truth grows thin— And nobody knows quite where it begins. Bridge The wrong thing's easier to defend Than the right thing done too late, And a thousand tiny decisions Can become a system's fate. Not because the people changed, Not because the rules were bad, But because what gets rewarded Slowly overpowers what we had. Final Chorus This is corruption without cash, The warning light behind the glass, The feeling something isn't right Though every report says all is bright. The dashboards glow, the numbers climb, The paperwork survives the climb, But reality keeps sending signs— That truth and records have diverged with time. Outro The dashboards stayed green. The people did their best. And somewhere between the two, The system lost its way.
