A Million Ain't Enough.

[Verse 1 Clear, almost spoken-word delivery] Let's break it down, this fiscal law they preach, Where constant growth is always out of reach, Yet mandatory. Make a million clear? That's failure if you made the same last year. The stock price dips, the vultures start to call, Because "no growth" means prelude to a fall. [Verse 2 More rhythmic, building intensity] It's not about the service or the goods, Or actual value, understood. It's 'bout perception, and the stories spun, Of how the race by individuals is won. A million profit, holding steady ground? Is "lacking vision," as the narratives sound. [Chorus Forceful, declarative] The market runs on phantom fuel and hype, While Main Street struggles with the archetype Of debt-fueled dreams, a curated display, And media chants, "You've got to play!" No hard value, just a wild surmise, Reflected in the speculator's eyes. [Verse 3 Sharp, critical of media narrative shaping] The media whispers goals you should pursue, "Success is lonely, but it could be you!" With taut-strapped heroes, rising from the fray, While systemic truths are carefully kept at bay. They push unhappiness in subtle guise, "You're not there *yet*," the constant, soft advise. These tales of lies and luck, they cost our minds, Leaving resilience tattered in the binds. [Bridge Accelerating, sense of internal conflict] This prescribed ambition eats you from inside, Nowhere to run, and nowhere left to hide From judgments echoed in the media's hum, Until your senses and your hope go numb. The mental toll for chasing phantom gleams, Lost in a labyrinth of sponsored dreams. [Outro Cold, accusatory] So "million steady" is the death knell's ring, A judgment from the values that they bring. Speculation's engine, by false hope maintained, And by the weight of anxious minds sustained. Slow bankruptcy, or fast explosive end, On broken spirits, you can now depend.