We live in suits and smile to die

[Intro: acoustic guitar, syncopated afro-brazilian rhythm, light piano arpeggios, trumpet solo] [Verse 1] Ergonomic tombs for souls, Fluorescent glow and pie chart goals. They file the void with hollow grace, Till minds go blank — a database. [Verse 2] I march inside the system’s ranks, Of lifeless ideals, cold and blank. I stamp out meanings like cranks, Hit dreams and crucify with tongues. Truth’s my poison, sharp and grim, Conscience blackmail — my hymn. [Instrumental break: trumpet and piano duet] [Verse 3] Under moans of weary ghouls, I punch the clocks and kill old rules. I shred dead wisdom into dust — Simple lies are what we trust. [Verse 4] Each truth I dress in uniforms, Each doubt — in quotes and legal forms. Then march them out to die in queues, With hands that clap but minds that snooze. [Chorus / Refrain — repeat with syncopated offbeat skank rhythm] I march inside the system’s ranks, Of lifeless ideals, cold and blank. I stamp out meanings like cranks, Hit dreams and crucify with tongues. Truth’s my poison, sharp and grim, Conscience blackmail — my hymn. [Bridge: piano-led, upbeat ska-folk transition] [Verse 5] A cog that grins and signs the deals, With joy that stumbles on its heels. My laughter echoes through the vaults, Where silence hides collective faults. [Verse 6] So raise your glass to clean deceit, To shallow truth in a threaded tweet. We code the void, we sell the lie, We live in suits and smile to die. [Final Chorus — repeat once with instrumental flourish, high trumpet] I march inside the system’s ranks, Of lifeless ideals, cold and blank. I stamp out meanings like cranks, Hit dreams and crucify with tongues. Truth’s my poison, sharp and grim, Conscience blackmail — my hymn. [Outro: solo trumpet fading into acoustic guitar arpeggio]