“Seventy-Six and Bleeding”

(Verse 1) Started the year feelin’ dangerous, Ninety-seven K, we were famous, Champagne tweets and ETF flows, Thought we’d never see another low. Then the dollar flexed, gold went berserk, Five-six hundred an ounce—man, that hurt. “Digital gold?” Nah, they called our bluff, Risk-on baby turned into risk-off stuff.(Chorus) Seventy-six and bleeding, Liquidations screaming, Fear & Greed at sixteen, Whole market’s just dreaming. From a hundred grand to the dirt we crawl, Crypto winter came and took it all. Seventy-six and bleeding, Still HODLing… barely breathing.(Verse 2) ETH got hit like it owed someone money, Three-K dreams now feelin’ funny. Solana memes and layer-twos, All down fifty—got nothin’ to lose. Whales scoopin’ dips in the dead of night, Retail panic-sellin’ under streetlight. Two-point-six trillion, ghosts in the chart, Feels like ’22 ripped our heart apart.(Chorus) Seventy-six and bleeding, Leverage finally retreating, Gold keeps climbin’, we keep retreating, Macro gods got us retreating. From moon-boy Discord to quiet despair, Everybody’s askin’—is anyone there? Seventy-six and bleeding, Still HODLing… barely breathing.(Bridge – spoken/sung slow) They said this time was different, Institutional, regulated, resistant. But when the jobs report drops and the ten-year screams, We’re still the canary in their fever dreams. Deleveraging hurts, but it always ends, Just gotta outlast our leveraged friends.(Final Chorus – little hope creeping in) Seventy-six and bleeding, But the bottom’s still receding, History keeps repeating, Every crash has its succeeding. One day we’ll laugh at these lows we took, Print new highs in a history book. Seventy-six and bleeding… But we ain’t done—nah, we still believing.