Ledger's red. ..in the red... Investors cold. ..getting colder... Burn rate rising. ...rising faster... Everything sold. ..nothing left... Payroll's due, the well runs dry, While Sequoia's watching from on high. Late-night deals and phantom bets, Each deck more desperate than the next. Pivot fast and fail ahead, While runway melts like summer lead. Every "yes" just buys more time, Till metrics match the grand design. Spend to grow, scale or die, Keep the dream alive - or watch it die Burn rate rising, clock runs down, No parachute when you're sky-bound. Fueling the fire, debts stack high Play 'til you win - or burn alive. Spent to grow, nowhere to land, Cards on the table, blood on my hands. Risk is the name, the hustle's the game, But nobody's left to remember my name. They all told me— Blitz scale or die, Now I'm burning cash, Just to stay alive, In this house of lies. Spend to grow! Time to show! Need to know— WHERE DID ALL THE MONEY GO? Hey, we need to discuss the runway situation... The board's calling an emergency meeting... Your numbers for this quarter... I'm worried about you, haven't heard back in weeks..." What's the cost of keeping faith When faith alone won't keep us safe? Spin the wheel, make the trade, Watch the dream become the cage. "Should've known better..." Term sheets promised glory days, Now we're trapped in golden haze. Every "no" just feeds the fire, Building towers ever higher. Burn rate rising, clock runs down, No parachute when you're sky-bound. Fueling the fire, debts stack high Play 'til you win - or burn alive. Spent to grow, nowhere to land, Cards on the table, blood on my hands. Risk is the name, the hustle's the game, But nobody's left to remember my name. No one remembers the ones who played safe. ..."Safety is an illusion... Risk is the name, the hustle's the game. ...But who's really playing?" Burn it all down—just to stay warm. ...The warmth is fading... Burn it all down—watch the reform. ..."Nothing left to reform... Burn it all down—fire in the sky. ..."Sky's already fallen... Burn rate rising—no parachute tonight. ..."Never had one... Burn rate rising, clock runs down, No parachute when you're sky-bound. Fueling the fire, debts stack high Play 'til you win - or burn alive. Spent to grow, nowhere to land, Cards on the table, blood on my hands. Risk is the name, the hustle's the game, But nobody's left to remember my name. Metrics falling... Slack calls stalling... Term sheets folding... Hope eroding...
