[Intro: Instrumental, stark contrast, building tension] [Mood: Anxious, gritty, political, building] [Instrumentation: Starts with a single, clean, slightly-delayed electric guitar. Abruptly cut by a high-gain, fuzz-driven bass groove. Drums start simple, then build rapidly with fast hi-hats.] [Vocalist: 1940s Announcer, radio-filtered, male] [Spoken] “The rich say the wealth trickles down... " [Vocalist: Field Reporter, frantic, male] [Spoken] "But you know that ain't money raining on you... Right??" [Break: Full band build, high energy, chaotic] [Instrumentation: Punk guitar feedback, distorted Rapcore bassline, and a driving double-time drum fill] [Verse 1: Stripped back, aggressive rap flow, rhythmic focus] [Instrumentation: Distorted bassline drives, drums lock in (double-time hi-hats), punk guitar provides short, palm-muted chugs.] [Vocalist: Male, aggressive rapcore, fast, clear enunciation, angry tone] They’re telling you work, they’re telling you slave, While they print their money and step on your grave. You break your back, you pay your dues, Then they steal your sweat and bury the news. They say it’s fair, they say it’s just, But your wage don’t move while their stocks combust. They build the walls, they set the rules, Keep you dumb and send your kids to crap schools. [Pre-Chorus: Building dynamics, layered vocals, rising tension] [Instrumentation: Guitar becomes sustained (power chords), drums add tighter snare rolls, bass holds the groove.] [Vocalist: Male lead, sneering. gang chant vocals] [Mood: Sarcastic, frustrated, building to explosive] Don’t ask, don’t think, just do your time, (Trust the ones who make the dime.) What goes up must come back down (Guess who’s drowning while they get their crowns?) [Chorus: Anthemic, explosive, maximum energy] [Instrumentation: Full band slams. Heavy distorted guitars (power chords), pounding punk drums, thick fuzz bass.] [Vocalist: Furious male lead, call-and-response with (crowd chant)] [Mood: Furious, cathartic, unified anger] Trickle down, trickle down! (It’s the rich man’s piss while the poor men drown!) Trickle down, trickle down! (It ain’t gold, it’s) [[BEEP]] (in your mouth!) [Verse 2: Syncopated rapcore, punchy, confident] [Instrumentation: guitar adds short, noisy fills between vocal lines.] [Vocalist: Male, rapcore, rhythmic, sneering delivery] [Mood: Aggressive, accusatory, high energy] They crash the market, then sell the dip, You lose your house, they buy the rip. Tariffs rise, the prices soar, But they still act like billion-dollar whores. You pay the toll, they shift the blame, “Lazy workers!” -- it’s a rigged-ass game. You buy their lies, you trust their hand, Now your paycheck’s worthless... God DAMN! [Pre-Chorus: Building dynamics, layered vocals, rising tension] [Instrumentation: sustained Guitar (power chords), tight snare rolls, bass holds the groove.] [Vocalist: Male lead,gang chant vocals join] [Mood: Sarcastic, frustrated, building to explosive] Don’t ask, don’t think, just do your time, (Trust the ones who make the dime.) What goes up must come back down (Guess who’s drowning while they get their crowns?) [Chorus:] [Break: Instrumental, dynamic shift, heavy groove] [Instrumentation: Guitar-focused. A short, heavy, nu-metal-style riff. Drums shift to half-time.] [Mood: Menacing, heavy] [Bridge: Stripped back, slow breakdown, massive build] [Instrumentation: All instruments drop out except a single, low, distorted (Bass guitar). Builds with (Guitar feedback), then drums slam in on a heavy (half-time beat).] [Vocalist: Male, spoken word, deep, menacing, cold tone] [Mood: Dark, conspiratorial, building to rage] [Spoken] "They sold you a dream called 'money'. .. " [Spoken] "But the only thing that's real... " [Spoken] "Is control." [Pre-Chorus: Chanting, slow, menacing build-up] [Instrumentation: Drums build with slow, heavy toms. Guitar feedback swells. Bass throbs on the downbeat.] [Vocalist: Male, chanted, rising in intensity. Ends in a raw (scream)] [Mood: Pure rage, escalating, climactic] They keep you broke so you obey, Sell your time, then throw you away. They keep you dumb so you obey, Sell your life, then Throw! You! AHHWAY! [Break: Full band slams in, full speed, chaotic] [Instrumentation: (Guitar feedback squeal). Full band at maximum speed. Dynamic instrumental exposition. Fast punk beat, chaotic guitar lead, distorted bass.] [Outro: Chaotic, high energy, abrupt end] [Mood: Apocalyptic, rebellious, finality] [Instrumentation: Drums (double-time), (Guitar solo) - high-gain, chaotic, feedback-heavy. (Atmosphere: thunder, fireworks) sound effects mixed in.] [Vocalist: (Crowd chant) and (Screamed) ad-libs] Trickle down, (trickle down!) Trickle down, (trickle down!) Trickle down (Trickle down, it'll make you drown!) [Guitar Solo] [Scream] “BURN THE SYSTEM!” [Instrumentation: (Guitar feedback) swells, then all sound cuts to a single, hard thump noise.] [End]
