[Intro] (Soft handpan pulses, distant harp arpeggios, warm synth pads swelling, subtle vinyl crackle) [Verse 1] In marble halls where power hides, They print the future, dollar signs. From nothing comes the endless stream, A quiet tax on every dream. Our savings fade like morning mist, While prices climb and wages twist. The Federal Reserve spins the wheel, A hidden cost we all must feel. [Verse 2] They promise calm through storm and boom, Yet every cycle seals more doom. Inflation creeps, a silent blade, The wealth we earn just dissipates. The rich receive the fresh new notes, The rest of us bear heavier loads. A system built on borrowed time, Driving us toward the edge of the line. [Chorus] (Wordless: layered auto-tuned female vocalizations, soaring melodic “oohs” and “aahs,” heavy pitch glide, shimmering harmonies, rising synth swells, light chillstep drop with sub-bass) [Verse 3] No vote was cast, no law declared, Yet here it stands, the burden shared. Cantillon’s truth in modern dress— The first to spend are truly blessed. We chase the tail of rising costs, While empires crack beneath the frost. The Fed’s existence is the fee, A perpetual tax on liberty. [Verse 4] Through history’s pages, warnings clear, When money’s born of debt and fear. From Weimar streets to ancient Rome, The pattern leads us all back home. We work for less, we borrow more, The brink approaches, ever sure. A masterpiece of slow decay, Until the house of cards gives way. [Bridge] (Electric guitar solo drenched in reverb and delay, handpan building intensity, harp cascades, exotic synth leads weaving through, gradual tension rise) [Chorus] (Wordless: grander auto-tuned vocal layers, wider pitch bends, fuller harmonies, handpan and guitar intertwining, atmospheric swell) [Verse 5] One day the veil may finally tear, The truth laid bare for all to stare. Until then, we pay the price unseen, In every bill and every dream. The Reserve stands, both guard and chain, Its very breath our quiet pain. [Outro] (Wordless auto-tuned vocal fade, echoing handpan, distant harp, lingering synth ambience, soft vinyl crackle to silence)
