Zeroed Out Trust [Verse 1] They sold a gentler latch and called it help Said the ledger would keep watch while the old hinges slept They logged my hours first before I sat down Then the plain old afternoon split on that sound They folded the rule into the morning shift Called it safety while they tracked each lift I’m still by the counter with a cold paper cup The thing they can’t index is the trust that pushes up [Pre-Chorus] Leave grit on the floor Leave the hallway raw We were never built for a day that needs full proof Say it clear while the minutes still move A living throat stays beyond their use Trust got zeroed and the room kept moving [Chorus] We’re not the ledger not the feed We’re the ones still standing when the totals come clean We’re the counter with a hairline in the glass We’re the excess they can’t pass through fast We’re what’s left when trust gets shaved down flat [Verse 2] When truth got pricier than the story They made the score the thing worth keeping The number became the goal then the goal became the wall Now every blank row feels like the only ground at all The man next door traded speech for ease Now the machine that listens has his weeks I keep a torn page and a pencil with bite Marking the soft spots they missed last night [Pre-Chorus] Leave grit on the floor Leave the hallway raw We were never built for a day that needs full proof Say it clear while the minutes still move A living throat stays beyond their use Trust got zeroed and the room kept moving [Chorus] We’re not the ledger not the feed We’re the ones still standing when the totals come clean We’re the counter with a hairline in the glass We’re the excess they can’t pass through fast We’re what’s left when trust gets shaved down flat [Verse 3] Under water, cables keep running Ninety-nine percent of the voice in the dark They slice them and call it weather While the repair crews stay too few, too far Overhead, the private sky keeps count Hundreds of eyes that never sleep The stream that carries the ledger is physical Before it turns into a number to keep They sell the hush like it’s a gift But the pipes and the orbit still answer to rent [Verse 4] The chips that lock each attested device Sit on an island the stack depends on Ninety-five percent of the leading edge One point no Arizona can lean on Rare earth, gallium, a materials war One side holds the machines, one side the ground The ledger rides a chokepoint of silicon And a mineral choke no one can drown Interest now eats what defense used to claim So money itself gets trained to obey Stablecoin rails buy the short-dated debt While the identity stack blocks the day [Pre-Chorus] Leave grit on the floor Leave the hallway raw We were never built for a day that needs full proof Say it clear while the minutes still move A living throat stays beyond their use Trust got zeroed and the room kept moving [Bridge] If they bury the rule inside the daily guard I’ll keep the older names that still know who we are If they price the check higher than the real I’ll leave the open spaces they can’t make steel If they thin the common bond I’ll hold the quiet line A little room they can’t file as design A little credit they can’t sell as the sign [Bridge 2] If the cables go dark I’ll take the long way home If the orbit keeps score I’ll keep my face in the stone If the chip wants a yes before the door opens I’ll keep one old machine that never learned token And if the room still needs a mind I’ll run it close to the floor Local, off-grid, hand to hand with the names we can afford Little racks in spare bedrooms little mirrors in the hall Not a new god over us just a tool that keeps us all The part they can’t package as compliance or yield Is the part that still answers when the ledger is sealed [Final Chorus] We’re not the ledger not the feed We’re the ones still standing when the totals come clean We’re the counter with a hairline in the glass We’re the excess they can’t pass through fast We’re what’s left when trust gets shaved down flat We’re the torn page and the local spark We’re the little racks keeping names in the dark Not their number not the line they draw We’re the living throat and the hand on the saw What they try to call cost doesn’t get the last word It’s the human remainder that still gets heard... We’re the root the rack feeds on so we own the core of the stack and we don't hand it back.
