[Intro] [Slow, walking double bass line] [Sound of a printing press in the background, muffled] [Atmospheric trumpet solo, dark and moody] [Verse 1] You sweat in the wheel, from nine until five Just trying to keep the promise alive You save every cent, put it deep in the vault For the years of your winter, without any fault But look at the prices, look at the bread The numbers are steady, but there’s hunger ahead A thief in the shadows, moving through the land Stealing the value right out of your hand [Chorus] It’s the silent theft, a robbery without blood Drowning your time in a paper-made flood Inflation is eating what you earned yesterday While you wait for a future that’s melting away Paper is paper, but the worth turns to dust The system’s the hunter, and you are the trust [Verse 2] Printed from nothing, trillions in a blink While we’re standing on the edge of the brink The debtor is king, and the saver is small In a game that is rigged to make the honest man fall They call it stability, they call it progress But it’s just a way to keep the people in stress The purchasing power evaporates like dew Leaving the many to pay for the few [Chorus] It’s the silent theft, a robbery without blood Drowning your time in a paper-made flood Inflation is eating what you earned yesterday While you wait for a future that’s melting away Paper is paper, but the worth turns to dust The system’s the hunter, and you are the trust [Instrumental Break] [Sultry trumpet solo, intensifying bass, rhythmic snapping, slightly chaotic piano notes] [Verse 3] True value isn’t digits on a flickering screen It’s a ghost in the machine, rarely heard or seen They plant the illusion deep in your brain That wealth is a number, while they harvest the grain Don’t trade your life for their colorful ink The ship is heavy, and it’s starting to sink Recognize the fraud that has run for an age Before you are locked in a debt-ridden cage [Bridge] [Quiet, intense vocal focus] Ten percent here... (Gone) Twenty percent there... (Gone) Your life-time... Vanished into thin air. [Instrumental Solo] [Emotional trumpet climax over a steady, dark beat] [Outro] [Music fades out slowly to the sound of a ticking clock] Time is the only true currency. Don't let them steal it. The silence... [End]
