Sanat

Look at the numbers.
They don't add up.
They never did.

I'm staring at the balance and the balance is a lie
The price of living's climbing till it's touching the sky
My hours stayed the same but the bread got small
While the printers in the basement are papering the wall
That's the ghost tax, hidden in the price of the fuel
While they're teaching us to sit and stay quiet in school
Work for the plastic, save for the dust
How you gonna build when there's no one to trust?
I see the graph, yeah, the value is a ghost
While the people at the top make a billionaire toast
They print a trillion, I lose a chunk of my life
Every dollar in my pocket feels the edge of the knife.

The printer goes brrr, my future goes thin
The game was rigged before I even stepped in
They tax the sweat, they tax the air
They keep us in the cage while we're gasping for a prayer
But the more they print, the less I care
'Cause I'm building something they can't touch in there
Watch the paper burn. 
Let the paper burn.

Regulation for the small, liberation for the big
They want you digging holes just to tell you where to dig
"Wait for the policy," "Wait for the vote"
While the inflation's a hand wrapped tight around your throat
But I stopped playing. I stepped off the board.
I'm the only one holding the ledger and the sword
I don't want the handout, I don't want the debt
I'm a sovereign soul, haven't seen nothing yet
They can't regulate the way that I move in the now
I don't need a master, I don't need to bow
I'm the hard asset, I'm the gold in the dirt
The only thing I'm owning is the pain and the hurt.

Close the eyes. 
Ignore the screen.
The system is out there. 
The power is in the lungs.
In. Out.
One breath they can't tax.
One moment they can't print.
I am here. 
The witness is the only currency left.

The printer goes brrr, my future goes thin
The game was rigged before I even stepped in
They tax the sweat, they tax the air
They keep us in the cage while we're gasping for a prayer
But the more they print, the less I care
'Cause I'm building something they can't touch in there
Watch the paper burn. 
Let the paper burn.

It's all paper.
None of it is real.
Except this moment.
Check your pulse.
That's the only wealth you got.