Break Up The Banks

[Intro | Religious pulsing synth under a church organ that starts out holy but begins to groove] [Verse 1 | tight, low voice spoken-rock cadence, aggressive slap bass and clipped hi-hats] The numbers in my pocket keep shrinking while I sleep Necessities cost a fortune, the cheap screen’s still free Interest used to be a quiet friend that beat the rise Now it’s the trapdoor under every promise they disguise They sold the dream that seventy would still feel like living A factory body spent, still expected to keep giving You work the years, you stack the hours, you never see the cut They just keep slicing the future till there’s nothing left but dust [Pre-Chorus | rising toms, guitars tightening like a vice, church organ preaches] It never announces the theft with a bang or a shout It just moves the decimal while you’re busy clocking out A system is what it does — look at what it’s done From the cradle to the cubicle, the race is already run [Chorus | full gangster-rock detonation, power chords and crashing cymbals, synthetic glitch barbershop gang vocals] Break up the banks (Be-Be-Be-Before they cut the money down small!) Break up the banks (Be-Be-Be-Before they cut the money down small!) They need the record profits, they need the endless climb While you bleed out in the middle just to buy more time CALL THEM WHAT THEY ARE! CRIMINAL! [Verse 2 | stripped groove, heavy bass, sarcastic edge, church organ foreboding] Publicly traded means the chart must always climb Even if the workers drown under the weight of the line They want you to believe the finish line is still real That a life of quiet service buys a soft place to kneel But the robots are already here, humming in the walls While neighbors scream the same lines in their separate halls Everyone lives inside the feed the algorithm serves Same rage, same isolation, same comfortable curves [Pre-Chorus | faster kick, feedback howling, the organ hums] Interest was the quiet blade that never left a mark Savings used to outrun time — now it just feeds the dark A system is what it does — look at what it’s done From the paycheck to the pension, the game was always won [Organ Solo] [Chorus | bigger, angrier, church organ celebration, synthesized glitch barbershop gang vocals] Break up the banks (Be-Be-Be-Before they cut the money down small!) Break up the banks (Be-Be-Be-Before they cut the money down small!) They need the record profits, they need the endless climb While you bleed out in the middle just to buy more time CALL THEM WHAT THEY ARE! TRAITOR! [Bridge | half-time, church organ and brooding slapped bass, vocal rising from quiet to scream] Will you settle in the plastic plush and scrimp year after year Or will the bottom finally show the top who should live in fear? Patch the hole they punched in time, take the power back Step off the moving floor before they finish the attack The medium is the message — the screen is the cage Keep scrolling if you want to, or finally turn the page [Guitar Solo | bluesy, overdriven, riding a heavy boom-bap pocket] [Outro | groove fading, gang chants thinning to a single voice] Break up the banks (Before they cut the money down small) We’re done bleeding for the climb Break up the banks (Before they cut the money down small) Retirement was the line CALL THEM WHAT THEY ARE! SCUM! Wake up. [End | sudden stop, single heavy chord decaying into static]