[Intro] [Heavy syncopated sub-bass fading in] (uh ah uh ah) [Crisp handclap drop] [Verse 1] [Fast staccato male vocal, extremely bouncy rhythm] Tick-tock, counting the copper Swapping the plow for the barrel, the chopper Bread lines stretching a mile to the border Feed them the panic, establish the order Suits in the penthouse drinking the margin Selling the rubble before they start charging Pennies are shrinking, the iron is loud Buy up the dirt and then sell them the shroud [Pre-Chorus] [Haunting background choir swells, sudden drop of bass] The market is hungry, the silos are fed A deficit printed in columns of red (uh ah uh ah) We're paying the toll with the sweat we bleed To water the roots of a ravenous greed [Chorus] [Explosive stadium rock, massive brass stabs, distorted bass] [Huge layered gang vocals] Raise the flags to the empty sky! Cheer for the thieves while the rivers run dry! Glory is cheap but the bullets are gold Look at the ashes, behold what was sold! [Dynamic drop, sudden dead silence] ...sign the check. [Post-Chorus] [Pizzicato synth and heavy sub-bass return] (uh ah uh ah) Yeah, sign the check. (uh ah uh ah) [Verse 2] [Fast staccato male vocal, cynical and sharp] Mortgage the future, leverage the grief Print out the paper and call it relief Smoke on the skyline, dust in the lung Singing the anthems that shouldn't be sung Empty the pockets to polish the crown Watch from the balcony burning it down Prices go up when the missiles go down The wealthiest circus in a starving town [Pre-Chorus] [Haunting background choir swells, eerie atmosphere] The market is hungry, the silos are fed A deficit printed in columns of red (uh ah uh ah) We're paying the toll with the sweat we bleed To water the roots of a ravenous greed [Chorus] [Explosive stadium rock, massive brass stabs, wall of sound] [Huge layered gang vocals] Raise the flags to the empty sky! Cheer for the thieves while the rivers run dry! Glory is cheap but the bullets are gold Look at the ashes, behold what was sold! [Dynamic drop, sudden dead silence] ...sign the check. [Bridge] [Style break: eerie music box melody, stripped-back rhythm, highly cinematic] They measure the profit in craters and rust A handshake in shadow, a currency bust (uh ah) Left, right! (uh ah) Left, right! March to the edge of the fading light! [Guitar and Brass Duel] [Frantic, dissonant, heavy groove] [Chorus] [Maximum energy, overwhelming instrumentation] Raise the flags to the empty sky! Cheer for the thieves while the rivers run dry! Glory is cheap but the bullets are gold Look at the ashes, behold what was sold! [Outro] (uh ah uh ah) The vault is full. (uh ah uh ah) The pockets are empty. [Sudden heavy brass stab] [End]
