Neuronchaser. Money Talks

Draft. Flash&Flesh

Market ain't got feelings, just the cold steel.
Walkin' through the shadows like my blood’s a deal.
Two weeks grindin', pockets feelin' empty.
Dreams sold at the counter, price cut plenty.

Money talks, louder than the deepest fears.
Survive the jungle, hustlin’ through the tears.
No love. No hate. Just the market's game.
Broke souls bound, can't afford the shame.

Street lights flicker, hope becomes distant.
Survival mode. Reality insistent.
Cold eyes watch as bargains lay broken.
Hope's currency, forever unspoken.

What’s the cost of dreams - our lifelines on the rack?
Cash rules everything, can’t take it back!
Silent transactions, no one’s held accountable.
In tha moneyworld, morality's unfoundable.

Clutch your ambition, it's a risky tender.
Two weeks of nothin’, soul on a bender.
Market's grip, tight around your throat.
Trust means nothin'. Just a hollow note.

Empty shelves. Empty dreams. Prices climb.
Pawns in the system, losin' track of time!
Survival’s bleak, but it's the only way.
In icy silence the market holds sway.