[Intro | eerie 80s FM synth pad swelling into a hard-hitting 808 drum machine and a distorted Fender Stratocaster riff, slow rebellious swagger] [Verse 1 | aggressive, rhythmic spoken-word rock vocal, tight bassline, sharp hi-hats] I heard you're grinding, begging for that raise Running in a wheel, caught up in the maze Ten percent inflation, year over year Trading hours of your life for a bigger screen and beer You want the shiny plastic, you want the Jones' crown But the weight of all that glitter's gonna drag you to the ground Don't buy it, just fix it. Don't toss it, rebuild. Before your whole existence is financially killed. [Pre-Chorus | building intensity, rolling tom drums, layered gritty guitars] It crept in to intercept, a quiet little sting My mind, my wallet, and my absolute everything The price tag is a barcode tattooed on your soul Are you in the driver's seat, or just paying the toll? [Chorus | explosive gangster rock anthem, full distorted power chords, heavy crashing cymbals, gang vocal shouts] (Money is the enemy!) Yeah, it’s the paper chain you chose (Money is the enemy!) It’s the debt inside your clothes (Money is the enemy!) Just keep swiping till you’re numb Sit on your heels and wait for it, dumb-dumb! [Verse 2 | stripped back gangster rock beat, heavy bass groove, syncopated snare, sarcastic vocal delivery] Mindcraft controlling the buzz of your beat While the finest patrolling AI sweeps the street Those data centers ain't there to do your little job They’re spinning up the servers just to monitor the mob Because to sign your kids up for the serfdom and the cage All you gotta do is nothing, just turn another page Keep scrolling, keep swiping, keep clicking the link It’s easier to purchase than it ever is to think. [Pre-Chorus | building intensity, rapid kick drum, wailing guitar feedback] It crept in to intercept, a quiet little sting My mind, my wallet, and my absolute everything The algorithm serves you exactly what you crave From the cradle to the cubicle, straight into the grave. [Chorus | explosive gangster rock anthem, full distorted power chords, heavy crashing cymbals, gang vocal shouts] (Money is the enemy!) Yeah, it’s the paper chain you chose (Money is the enemy!) It’s the debt inside your clothes (Money is the enemy!) Just keep swiping till you’re numb Sit on your heels and wait for it, dumb-dumb! [Bridge | half-time breakdown, heavy brooding bass, industrial clanking percussion, solitary spotlight vocal, rising to a scream] So take the broken pieces. Take the rusted out parts. Stop bleeding out your pockets to satisfy their charts. Patch the hole, stitch the seam, take your power back Step off of the treadmill and derail the track. Nothing is exactly what you have to do to fall... (Keep scrolling!) Or you can drop the phone and smash the mall! [Guitar Solo | blistering, bluesy, overdriven shredding over a heavy boom-bap hip-hop groove] [Outro | fading heavy groove, rhythmic gang chants echoing out, lone bassline pulsing] (Money is the enemy) We're repairing what we own. (Money is the enemy) Leave the Joneses all alone. (Money is the enemy) Keep scrolling... keep scrolling... Nah, wake up. [End | sudden stop, single heavy guitar chord ringing out and decaying into static]
