Echoes in the Balkan Night

Lyrics

Verse 1 They drew the maps in server rooms, While cities burned outside, Bought the future by the inch, Put a price on staying alive. Every gate is private now, Every breath a fee, If you didn’t own the door before, You don’t get the key. Pre-Chorus Data’s gold, land is code, Water’s locked behind a wall, They call it progress, call it growth, But there’s no room left at all. Chorus Hoard the remaining resources of the world, Lock everybody else outside, Build a fortress out of balance sheets, Watch the rest of us divide. If survival’s just a market play, And mercy’s off the shelf, Then the future’s just a vault You built for yourself. Verse 2 They preach escape velocity, Mars as a backup plan, While the ground beneath our feet Is sold to the highest hand. You can’t drink an algorithm, You can’t eat a share, But they swear the numbers prove There’s nothing to repair. Pre-Chorus When the last well’s tokenized, And the sky’s, a licensed view, They’ll ask why no one stopped it— Why no one seem to care to know what they do Chorus Hoard the remaining resources of the world, Lock everybody else outside, Turn collapse into a business model, Call it “letting markets decide.” If the end of days is monetized, And hope’s a private shelf, Then the future’s just a bunker You built for you yourself. Outro No kings, no crowns, just shareholders, No flags, just terms of use, And when there’s nothing left to buy, They’ll finally run out of excuses. Out comes the pistol whips Blinding eyes and purple lips One final quip from the f*ck around and find out clique That’s when reality hits, when the bootstrap comes crashing down on your balls kinda shit Then the land falls, first the fire then the cull, no work for hire Bodies cold, souls were sold The Fortune of the bold, I’m told Get out while you still can my friend GO deep go wide, go further than the tide There you’ll find it was never out there But always inside, that we died Chorus Hoard the remaining resources of the world, Lock everybody else outside, Turn collapse into a business model, Call it “letting markets decide.” If the end of days is monetized, And hope’s a private shelf, Then the future’s just a bunker You built for yourself. When the vault doors seal from the inside, And silence is all that wealth can hear, No algorithm buys forgiveness, No stock redeems the years. You can’t hedge against a hollow world, Can’t bunker from the truth, When the last thing left to count is What you took—and what you never used. The lights go out, the ledgers close, No market left to blame, Just names carved into empty ground And all their vaults are quite just the same. Where profit never learned to raise the dead. While the world forgets who wore the crown. No witnesses—just ash and stone. No kings—just dust, and empty towns Final Chorus (Ending) Hoard the remaining resources of the world, Lock everybody else outside, Turn collapse into a business model, Call it “letting markets decide.” If the end of days is monetized, And hope’s a private shelf, Then the future’s just a bunker You built for yourself. When the vault doors seal from the inside, And silence is all that wealth can hear, No algorithm buys forgiveness, No stock redeems the years. You can’t hedge against a hollow world, You can’t bunker from the truth, When the last thing left to count is What you took—and what you never used. The lights go out, the ledgers close, No market left to blame, Just names carved into empty ground— And no one left to say your name.