The Digital Fence 50.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Opening Anthem - Spoken over a low, distorted bass pluck] "Used to be, a gander knew his place in the pond. You had your patch of grass, your family name, and a steady wing. But the fences have moved... and the pond’s gone digital. Now, everybody’s looking for a golden egg that don't exist." [Verse 1] In the days of the elders, the rules were carved in stone A gander found a goose, and they built themselves a home The community was small, the roles were crystal clear No one spent their Sunday nights drowning in their fear. [Verse 2] But the wind began to shift across the Western plains The geese are flying higher now, breaking all the chains Educated, earning gold, rising past the sun While the ganders on the ground are feeling overrun. [Verse 3] Now status is the measure, and the bar is set so high A goose wants a gander who can reach across the sky Six feet of feathers and a heavy purse of grain Leaving eighty percent of ganders standing in the rain. [Verse 4] The economy is shrinking for the working-class breed Fewer ganders climbing up to plant the winning seed The risk-takers are hiding, the leaders lose their way While the gatekeepers are watching every move they play. [Intermission Anthem - Slow Harmonica Solo / Spoken] "It’s a bottleneck, friends. A thousand geese chasing the same five ganders at the top of the hill. While the rest of the flock? Well... they just disappear into the static." [Verse 5] It’s a digital catalog, a marketplace of souls Where clicking on a profile is how the thunder rolls The rejection is effortless, the ghosting is a art Just a silence in the wires where there used to be a heart. [Verse 6] The paradox is bitter, and the truth is hard to swallow The ganders at the top find the victory is hollow They got options by the dozen, a never-ending line While the rest of the pond is just marking out their time. [Verse 7] More lonely hearts are breaking, more frustration in the air The geese are getting choosier, the ganders in despair It ain't a courtship anymore, it’s a cold selection game And nobody remembers how to speak a partner's name. [Verse 8] When a generation of ganders feels they got no place to stand The foundation starts to crumble underneath the land A society in shadows, where the family tree is thin Waiting for the storm to break... and the reckoning to begin. [Outro] Just a lonesome gander... Looking at a screen that don't love him back. [Slow fade with a mournful slide guitar]