when you are broke

[Intro] [high-pitched staccato piano motif, sounding like cold raindrops] [distorted sub-bass pulse and industrial kick drum enter at 0:11] [Verse 1] [whispered, trembling male vocals] When you are broke... and the winter is cold, You’re looking at hands that are prematurely old. [sudden silence] Counting the pennies for a loaf of stale bread, [heavy distorted bass line creeps in] With a ghost of a mother’s voice inside of your head. You’re shivering alone on the kitchen floor, Knowing nobody answers when you knock on the door. [Chorus] [Explosive Muse-style space rock chorus] [Heavy fuzz guitar and driving drums drop] [Soaring operatic falsetto vocals] The world is so big, but there's no room for me! Just a shadow of a man that they refuse to see! Yeah, when you are broke, you are invisible, dead! With a ceiling of concrete and a floor made of lead! [Verse 2] [Sudden drop to silence, only dark ambient pads and piano] [Broken, weeping voice, near whisper] Your shoes are torn open, your fingers are numb, You pray for a savior who will never come. The ones that you loved... they just turned and walked by, [Bass swell with heavy distortion] They didn't even stop when they heard you cry. [Bridge] [Crying, soaring vocals building up the tension] They measure your worth by the gold in your hand, But nobody asks how much pain you can stand! They bury you deep while you're still alive... [Vocals peak into a desperate, agonizing scream] [Guitar Solo] [Wailing, moaning guitar solo with heavy whammy pedal and pitch-shifter] [The guitar sounds like it is literally weeping and screaming in pain] [Arpeggiated space-rock synth background] [Outro] [Heavy metallic percussion hits] [Reverberated kick drum tail, music slows down heavily] [Faint, fading whisper] Please... just a hand to hold... It’s so... cold. [High-pitched piano motif plays one final, unresolved note into silence]