In the silence of midnight numbers He breathes… Invisible, yet everywhere. He wears no crown of gold, He holds no blade in hand, He simply counts in silence Every footprint on the land. He enters rooms without a knock, Takes the seat without a word, And the world begins to spin To the rhythm of his numbers heard. Can you hear it? The pulse inside the percentage, The air vibrating with hidden accents… He never shouts — he speaks in tone, And everything alive moves to his own. Judgment Percent! He rules without a throne, Judgment Percent! He drinks from every home. He carves the sky into shares, He slices time into parts, And we dance inside his shadow While he writes the laws of hearts! Judgment Percent… In every breath we take, Judgment Percent… In every dream we make. We spin, we pay, we burn — And he just smiles from the dark. He knows the taste of every deal, He hears the whisper of the coins, He turns our dreams into percentages And sells them back beneath the lights. Voices — velvet, then of steel, A whisper turning into cry, He plays the timbres of the world Like a conductor of invisible strings. When all the masks fall to the ground, When numbers finally show their face — You’ll see who stood behind your back, Who counted every breath and every race. But even then… You’ll still keep dancing. Judgment Percent! He rules without a throne, Judgment Percent! He drinks from every home. He carves the sky into shares, He slices time into parts, And we dance inside his shadow While he writes the laws of hearts! Judgment Percent… In every breath we take, Judgment Percent… In every dream we make. We spin, we pay, we burn — And he just smiles from the dark… …in the dark… …in the percent… …in us.
