Intro (whisper → rising) They thought time was theirs to steal They thought numbers could replace blood They forgot one thing Reality always collects Verse 1 – The Lie They built a world on counterfeit breath Called it progress, baptized it debt Plastic gods and dopamine kings Feeding on futures, snapping the strings You feel it, don’t you? That hollow hum Working your life For a paycheck that runs They didn’t break chains They hid them in code Turned labor into a slowly dissolving IOU owed They said trust us They said be calm While they hollowed the ground And called it a bomb shelter plan Hook (low, menacing) Money is time Money is flesh Print it from nothing You authorize death Not with a blade Not with a gun But a lie that compounds Every year it runs You don’t steal loud You don’t steal fast You steal tomorrow And erase the past Verse 2 – Judgment This isn’t inflation It’s delayed confession A crime stretched thin By academic obsession New money first To the hands with keys Then the price goes up And they blame the seas They call it policy I call it ritual Sacrificing savers To keep the debt perpetual Interest rates set Like weather control Playing God with time Selling futures wholesale They don’t build They extract They don’t create They redact They don’t fail They get saved You fail once You get buried in blame Hook Money is time Money is breath Print it from nothing You finance death Call it “necessary” Call it “the plan” I call it cowardice Dressed as a man Bridge (spoken, Gandalf energy) You cannot outprint entropy You cannot refinance truth You cannot borrow forever From children still in the womb Verse 3 I didn’t wake up angry I woke up awake With a child in my arms And a future at stake And I saw the math And I saw the lie And I knew who pays When the numbers die You tell me “slow decay is humane” I hear “die quiet, don’t complain” You call collapse extreme I call theft prolonged I will not teach my son To survive inside a wrong If pain is the toll Then I pay it upfront I’d rather face fire Than inherit the stunt Because rot spreads When you feed it denial Truth hurts once Lies torture in cycles Hook (bigger, heavier) Money is time Money is life Debase it slowly You sharpen the knife Not all violence screams Some whispers and waits Then eats generations Through balance sheet rates Verse 4 – Bitcoin (Arrival on the Third Day) And on the third day The lie met a wall No king, no vote No permission call No printer No priest No bailout throne Just rules older than power Enforced alone You can’t bribe it You can’t bend it You can’t spin it into compliance-friendly sentence Early or late You bleed the same You want real value? You play the game Produce Contribute Or fade from the flow No proximity privilege No insider glow This isn’t salvation This is exposure A mirror held up To debt addiction culture Final Hook (Cataclysmic) Money is time Money is truth Debase it You poison the root You asked for comfort You got decay I choose the fire So my kids don’t pay No more pretending No more delay The bill is due And I’m here to stay Outro (calm, terrifying) You said it was impossible You said it was radical But what’s radical Is lying forever I didn’t come to save the system I came to end the lie
