[Intro] (Vinyl crackle, deep bass enters) Look at the top. There’s no blood on their hands. Just numbers on a screen. The cascade is real. [Verse 1] The apex predator wears a tailored silk suit Harvesting human lives like low-hanging fruit No claws, no fangs, just a digital stroke While the natural order goes up in smoke The lion is dead, long live the corporate king Pulling every wire, controlling every string From the penthouse view, the world looks small A giant graveyard behind a firewall [Chorus] Witness the Trophic Cascade In the neon shadows where the debts are paid When the top gets greedy, the roots turn dry Connecting the dots while we swallow the lie We’re just the ripples in a poisoned stream The systematic decay of a hollow dream [Verse 2] Outsourced the killing to a distant shore Then order some peace at the grocery store The butterfly effect in a capitalist cage Turning every forest to a bloody page One click for comfort, one strike for greed Ignoring the hunger of those we don't feed Cynical wisdom, a sharp-edged knife Carving the meaning out of modern life [Bridge] (Bass intensifies, aggressive brass section) The balance is broken, the soil is thin How do you pray when the cycle is sin? If the hunter vanishes, will the system fall? Or are we the parasites consuming it all? Decide. Before the chain snaps. [Instrumental Break] (Militant drum solo with heavy reverb) [Verse 3] Check the reflection, what do you see? A predator trapped in a fake liberty We are the hunters, we are the prey Dancing on the edge of a world in decay The higher we climb, the harder we drop The cascade begins at the very top [Outro] The chain is breaking. The silence is loud. (Fading out with heavy drum echoes) Apex. Systematic. The end of the line.
