[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 By common sense. It's 'bout perception's might, Appeasing traders, day and through the night. A million profit, holding steady ground? Is "sluggish," "stagnant," "soon to be unwound." [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, 'Cause half the people can't afford to pay! No hard value, just a wild surmise, Reflected in the speculator's eyes. [Verse 3 Sharp, critical tone] So how's this "wealth" continually expand? Look closer: it's built on shifting sand. The masses borrow, chasing what they're shown, Luxuries bought but never truly owned. This credit bubble buoys the price so high, A paper tiger reaching for the sky. [Bridge Accelerating, like a runaway train of thought] They call it "confidence," this fragile pact, That future earnings will remain intact, And always rise! A mathematical lie, When income's static 'neath a wealthy sky. The system needs more input, more demand, From pockets empty, all across the land. [Outro Cold, factual, and damning] So "million steady" is the death knell's ring. No actual worth, just what the bidders bring. Speculation's engine, built on future need, Will choke on debt, and then the markets bleed. Slow bankruptcy, or fast explosive end, The same result on which you can depend.
