[[Intro: Start with soft guitar, quickly transition to a distorted bassline groove, while drums build to high intensity] [Spoken: 1940's Announcer] “The rich say the wealth trickles down... " [Spoken: Reporter] "But you know that ain't money raining on you... Right??" [Instrumental buildup: Punk guitar, distorted Rapcore bassline, and double-time drums] [verse 1: fast, aggressive delivery] They’re telling you work, they’re telling you slave, While they print their money and step on your grave. You break your back, you pay your dues, Then they steal your sweat and bury the news. They say it’s fair, they say it’s just, But your wage don’t move while their stocks combust. They build the walls, they set the rules, Keep you dumb and send your kids to crap schools. [Pre-Chorus: building intensity, backing vocals] Don’t ask, don’t think, just do your time, Trust the ones who make the dime. What goes up must come back down Guess who’s drowning while they get their crowns? [Chorus] [Vocals: furious, call-and-response, crowd chant] Trickle down, trickle down! It’s the rich man’s piss while the poor men drown! Trickle down, trickle down! It ain’t gold, it’s [**BEEP**] in your mouth! [verse 2] [Vocals: rapcore, syncopated rhythm] They crash the market, then sell the dip, You lose your house, they buy the rip. Tariffs rise, the prices soar, But they still act like billion-dollar whores. You pay the toll, they shift the blame, “Lazy workers!” -- it’s a rigged-ass game. You buy their lies, you trust their hand, Now your paycheck’s worthless ... God DAMN! [pre-chorus: building energy, backing vocals sneering] Don’t ask, don’t think, just do your time, Trust the ones who make the dime. What goes up must come back down Guess who’s drowning while they get their crowns? [Chorus] [Vocals: furious, call-and-response, crowd chant] Trickle down, trickle down! It’s the rich man’s piss while the poor men drown! Trickle down, trickle down! It ain’t gold, it’s [**BEEP**] in your mouth! [Instrumental Break] [Bridge: heavy breakdown, slow riff, building up] [Instruments: Bass guitar] [spoken] "They sold you a dream called 'money'. .. " [spoken] "But the only thing that's real... " [spoken] "Is control." [Instrumental: Guitar feedback, distorted bass, drums slamming on half-time beat] [HOOK: chanting, slow, menacing build-up] They keep you broke so you obey, Sell your time, then throw you away. They keep you dumb so you obey, Sell your life, then Throw! You! AHHWAY! [Guitar feedback squeal] [Full band SLAMS back in at full speed. Dynamic Instrumental exposition. ] [Outro: drums double-time] [Atmosphere: thunder, fireworks] Trickle down, (trickle down!) Trickle down, (trickle down!) Trickle down Trickle down, it'll make you drown! [Guitar solo] [SCREAMING] “BURN THE SYSTEM! " [** feedback **] [** thump **] [END]
