[Dark, tense electronic distortion] [Heavy, slow industrial beat drops, mimicking a pounding heartbeat] [Dissonant piano chords chime in, cold and echoing] [Verse 1] Concrete towers rising high to the sky Built on the promises that you let die Sign on the line, yeah, you took their last dime Safe in your penthouse, committing the crime You shifted the boundaries, you raised up the rent Indifferent to where all the broken lives went But the market is crashing, the windows are cracked And the debts that you owe are all forcing you back [Chorus] [Distorted, aggressive synths swell] Look at the empire built on the lies Hear the crescendo of desperate cries The keys to the kingdom are slipping away Turnabout's coming, it’s your turn to pay No exits remain, the damage is executed and run Look in the mirror, your time is done [Verse 2] [Beat drops out, leaving only a low bass drone and ticking clock sound] You stared at the blueprints like pieces of chess Leaving the families in financial distress Eviction notices served in the freezing cold rain While you calculated the profit and gain But the board has been turned, and the shadows are long Every single contract you signed was dead wrong The foundation is crumbling right under your feet And the silence is deafening out on the street [Chorus] [Heavy industrial beat returns with maximum intensity] Look at the empire built on the lies Hear the crescendo of desperate cries The keys to the kingdom are slipping away Turnabout's coming, it’s your turn to pay No exits remain, the damage is executed and run Look in the mirror, your time is done [Bridge] [Tempo slows down drastically, heavy, dragging percussion] [Echoing, haunting vocal effects] The ink on the deeds is beginning to fade The ink on the deeds is beginning to fade Buried alive in the trap that you made No lawyers to call, no numbers to crunch The sharks that you fed are now coming to lunch You’re losing your grip, you’re losing control The price of the property cost you your soul [Guitar Solo] [A screeching, chaotic, unsettling electric guitar solo tears through the rhythm] [Dissonant notes colliding, expressing panic and ruin] [Chorus] [All instruments peak in a riveting, overwhelming wall of sound] Look at the empire built on the lies Hear the crescendo of desperate cries The keys to the kingdom are slipping away Turnabout's coming, it’s your turn to pay No exits remain, the damage is executed and run Look in the mirror, your time is done [Outro] [Music abruptly cuts to just the cold, solitary piano chords] Your time is done [Verse 1] Concrete towers rising high
