[Verse 1: Playful, mocking strut] They squeeze the stone, it’s dry, my friend, Still they drill for wealth, that never ends. Corporate lords, they prance and preen, Profit’s king in their twisted scheme. [Chorus: Ironic, anthemic taunt] Blood from stone? Go on, give it a try! Watch the machine spark and die! Starve us all, their wallets gleam, Waxen gold fuels their hollow dream! [Verse 2: Witty, theatrical jab] The media spins the web they weave, Selling lies you’re meant to believe. Buy your soul, they smirk and swear, Happiness is just one click from there. [Verse 3: Darkly comic chaos] We claw for crumbs in greedy haze, Credit’s king in these final days. Billionaires wear their cardboard crown, While we fight for scraps as the world burns down
