[Verse 1] They built the first one out in Dubai, “Why waste twelve hours in the sky?” Step in rich, step out in Rome, back by six for drinks at home. Too much juice for you and me, takes a private power facility. So the rest of us still miss our flights while billionaires skip Tuesday nights. [Pre-Chorus] They said the headache was normal. The nosebleeds would pass. The screaming in Latin was probably gas. [Chorus] BILLIONAIRE TELEPORTER DEMONS! Blinking through the walls for tax-free reasons! BILLIONAIRE TELEPORTER DEMONS! Private army, quarterly meetings! Every trip takes a little soul, something else crawls in the hole. They own the towers, they own the news— Billionaire teleporter demons got nothing to lose! [INSANE SCREAMING] [Verse 2] At first they just got kind of mean, cold little smiles on every screen. Fired ten thousand, raised a toast, said, “Efficiency matters most.” Then one bought a church and burned the pews, one wore a bishop’s guts as shoes. One tech guy killed six guests at brunch, then blamed the whole thing on a “launch.” And every time the cops got near, they’d flicker out and disappear. Through the ceiling, through the floor— rich people found one loophole more. [Chorus] BILLIONAIRE TELEPORTER DEMONS! Blinking through the walls for tax-free reasons! BILLIONAIRE TELEPORTER DEMONS! Private army, quarterly meetings! Every trip takes a little soul, something else crawls in the hole. They own the towers, they own the news— Billionaire teleporter demons got nothing to lose! [INSANE SCREAMING] [Verse 3] The doctors called it “travel fatigue,” the lawyers formed a research league. A think tank said, “There’s no clear link between soul loss and the urge to drink blood from interns after dark.” Then something ate that guy named Clark. Markets dipped three points that day. The company called it “priced okay.” Now the CEOs can jump at will, hard to shoot and hard to kill. Glitch through concrete, cross the street, show up smiling in your back seat. [Bridge] The one percent kept jumping first, private gates and endless thirst. Every trip shaved something thin, every hole let something in. Penthouse parties, vacant eyes, boardroom smiles and tailored lies. By the time they owned the night, there was nobody left inside. [Final Chorus] BILLIONAIRE TELEPORTER DEMONS! Blinking through the walls for tax-free reasons! BILLIONAIRE TELEPORTER DEMONS! Private army, quarterly meetings! Every trip took a little soul, something black filled every hole. They bought the future, bought the rules— Now billionaire teleporter demons run the world like fucking fools! [Outro] [INSANE SCREAMING] AHHHHHHH! MY TESLA!!!!!!!!!!!! [INSANE HOWLING]
