Out of sight, out of mind

slow sad emotional RnB, analogue synths, emotional female lounge singer, cinematic, ambient, echo, downbeat, dark

[instrumental intro]
Money makes the world go round.
End the fed to see what happens.
Will it stop turning?
Let's find out.

(Hmm)

[Verse 1]
Stacking sats, holding on, since the bear market lows.
New highs, price discovery, true conviction grows.
Macro view, zooming out, overtone window in place.
Third angle, tracing up, candle so big, can be seen from space.

Central banks, turning point, forced to fold in this money race.
Adoption curve, in overdrive, while watching their currencies debase.
Deposit flight, lightning fast, customers done with being abused.
Digital cash, peer to peer, hardest tamper proof store of wealth ever produced.

[Pre-chorus]
By now you can tell.
Never gonna sell.
All of it on cold storage.
Freedom money without a smell.

[Chorus]
It's getting damp in here.
Fiat maxies freaking out.
Someone crank a window open.
Shorts chocking on their own fear and doubt.

Panic fomo here to stay.
Retail fully left behind.
Bitcoin blasting off into orbit.
Sell side pressure, out of sight, out of mind.

[Break]

[Verse 2]
M2 printing, market overflow, CPI still not going down.
Purchasing power, through the drain, masses left with a permanent frown.
Screaming to the sky, blaming god, as the cost of living keeps creeping up.
Didn't do their research, years ago, now stuck in debt, completely out of luck.

Camel finance, on the ball, his predictions showing their worth.
Funny money, for the meek, while Bitcoin bulls inherit the earth.
Sound advice, deep understanding, and intentions good as gold.
World wide recession, back to basics, next event about to unfold.

[Pre-chorus]
By now you can tell.
Never gonna sell.
All of it on cold storage.
Freedom money without a smell.

[Chorus]
It's getting sad right now.
Neighbours told to get out.
Forced to live on the street.
Once hopeful, now only know doubt.

Depression here to stay.
The poor get left behind.
Bitcoin no longer an option.
Still hoping they'll get saved, out of sight, out of mind.

[Break]

[Outro quiet]
Camel crew, avoid turning greed into apathy.
Those about to lose everything will need our empathy.
Ignorance is bliss, only until the deciding fall.
Decide for yourselves, all bitcoin for one, or one bitcoin for all.

[End]

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[instrumental intro] Money makes the world go round. End the fed to see what happens. Will it stop turning? Let's find out. (Hmm) [Verse 1] Stacking sats, holding on, since the bear market lows. New highs, price discovery, true conviction grows. Macro view, zooming out, overtone window in place. Third angle, tracing up, candle so big, can be seen from space. Central banks, turning point, forced to fold in this money race. Adoption curve, in overdrive, while watching their currencies debase. Deposit flight, lightning fast, customers done with being abused. Digital cash, peer to peer, hardest tamper proof store of wealth ever produced. [Pre-chorus] By now you can tell. Never gonna sell. All of it on cold storage. Freedom money without a smell. [Chorus] It's getting damp in here. Fiat maxies freaking out. Someone crank a window open. Shorts chocking on their own fear and doubt. Panic fomo here to stay. Retail fully left behind. Bitcoin blasting off into orbit. Sell side pressure, out of sight, out of mind. [Break] [Verse 2] M2 printing, market overflow, CPI still not going down. Purchasing power, through the drain, masses left with a permanent frown. Screaming to the sky, blaming god, as the cost of living keeps creeping up. Didn't do their research, years ago, now stuck in debt, completely out of luck. Camel finance, on the ball, his predictions showing their worth. Funny money, for the meek, while Bitcoin bulls inherit the earth. Sound advice, deep understanding, and intentions good as gold. World wide recession, back to basics, next event about to unfold. [Pre-chorus] By now you can tell. Never gonna sell. All of it on cold storage. Freedom money without a smell. [Chorus] It's getting sad right now. Neighbours told to get out. Forced to live on the street. Once hopeful, now only know doubt. Depression here to stay. The poor get left behind. Bitcoin no longer an option. Still hoping they'll get saved, out of sight, out of mind. [Break] [Outro quiet] Camel crew, avoid turning greed into apathy. Those about to lose everything will need our empathy. Ignorance is bliss, only until the deciding fall. Decide for yourselves, all bitcoin for one, or one bitcoin for all. [End]

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