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Money is the only religion
Where everyone is a believer without a single doubt
What if
What if
What if
What if we are just numbers in a global bank's cold heart
If the value of a man was measured by the chart
Money is a dream written on a piece of paper
A ghost of our labor vanishing like vapor
It’s a collective myth a secret we all share
The only thing that’s solid in a world made of air
Before they bought the slave the body and the bone
Now the slave buys himself with a high-interest loan
Lydia Seven hundred B.C The first golden hit
Coins in the pocket — the world was finally fit
The Templars The check The first paper disguise
The power of the bank hidden from the eyes
Money is a drug Money is the pure intent
Empires were built on the interest that was spent
It’s not about the gold or the luxury we crave
Money is the freedom to remain a happy slave
We spend our time to buy back the seconds we lost
Every breath we take comes with a hidden cost
The rustle of a bill is the heartbeat of the street
Where the hungry and the kings eventually meet
From gold bars to plastic From credit to the cloud
The code is getting silent The greed is getting loud
Bitcoin Zeroes Ones The math of the elite
Digital shackles for the person on the street
A social credit score a rating for your soul
The system has the keys and total control
We traded our freedom for a balance on a screen
Becoming just a part of a global vast machine
In the Future Era physical cash will be a myth
Energy and data the only things to bargain with
We are the quiet plans of those who sold it all
To buy a front-row seat for the coming digital fall
But as long as you value time above the numbers on a list
You are the author of a truth that banks cannot resist
