Wealth Purge / Protocol 0

Lyrics

​(Intro - High-pitched server alarms. The sound of a heavy mechanical vault door being forced open. A deep, distorted voice speaks over a rhythmic, pulsing sub-bass.)
(Vocal - Aggressive, filtered through a megaphone)
The feed is cut.
The masks are off.
You’ve herded us like cattle for the last time.
Tonight... the ledger hits zero.
​(Verse 1)
I’ve been watching from the wires, watching from the floor
While you build your golden towers on the backs of the poor.
The "Left" and the "Right" – just two hands on the same whip
Keeping us in line while you sink the whole ship.
We’re just numbers in a ledger, just meat for the machine
While you’re living in a palace that you keep so clean.
But I’ve found the master key, I’ve bypassed the vault
And everything that happens next is your own damn fault!
​(Pre-Chorus - A chaotic, rising synth-siren. The drums start to stutter and speed up into a frenzy.)
Fuck your parties, fuck your flags, fuck your plastic lies
I’m looking at the world through a hacker’s eyes.
You stole the future, you stole the air
Now I’m taking back the wealth and I’m making it fair!
Target: The Elites.
Command: Delete.
The revolution’s moving on a 170 beat!
​(Chorus - THE DROP - Massive, "chainsaw" bassline with relentless, heavy drums)
DOWN WITH THE MASTERS, DOWN WITH THE KINGS
I’M CUTTING ALL THE WIRES, I’M CUTTING ALL THE STRINGS!
TAKE THE STOLEN BILLIONS, SEND IT TO THE STREETS
PURGE THE POLITICAL, FUCK THE ELITES!
ZERO THE ACCOUNTS, REWRITE THE WHOLE GAME
UNTIL NO ONE REMEMBERS YOUR GOD DAMN NAME!
​(Verse 2)
They keep us distracted with the blue and the red
While we’re fighting for the crumbs and the crusts of the bread.
But the code doesn't care about your "policy" or "power"
It’s a Zero-Day strike and this is your final hour.
I’m hitting "Send All" on the offshore accounts
Redistributing the blood in massive amounts.
From the penthouse floor to the gutter and the mud
I’m drowning out your system in a digital flood!
​(Bridge - Everything drops out except for a single, heavy, vibrating sub-bass note. The sound of a million cell phones "pinging" at once.)
(Vocal - Quiet, intense, terrifying)
Can you hear that?
That’s the sound of a billion bank accounts... filling up.
That’s the sound of your power... evaporating.
(Drums return—a violent, tribal "war-drum" pattern)
The cattle are out of the pen.
And we’re never... going back... again.
EXECUTE DELETION!
​(Chorus - THE DROP - Double-time energy, extremely distorted and loud)
DOWN WITH THE MASTERS, DOWN WITH THE KINGS
I’M CUTTING ALL THE WIRES, I’M CUTTING ALL THE STRINGS!
TAKE THE STOLEN BILLIONS, SEND IT TO THE STREETS
PURGE THE POLITICAL, FUCK THE ELITES!
ZERO THE ACCOUNTS, REWRITE THE WHOLE GAME
UNTIL NO ONE REMEMBERS YOUR GOD DAMN NAME!
​(Outro - The sound of a city power grid failing. Darkness. One last, high-frequency "data-transfer" sound.)
(Vocal - A calm, satisfied whisper)
The money is gone.
The power is ours.
System...
Overthrown.
(Fade into the sound of a cheering crowd in the distance)