Tracing the ink...

The serial numbers...

What did I buy? What did I actually sell?

Just moving the ledger. Just moving the debt.

The battery is empty. The void is kinetic.

(Verse 1)

Sweat on the brow, but the paper is cold

A fever dream memory, bought and then sold

I reach in my pocket, I pull out the mass

But it’s holding no tension, it’s shattering glass

They call it a dollar, they mint it in green

But I’m seeing the code underneath the machine

It isn’t a store of the hours I bled

It’s a promissory note from a centralized head.

(Chorus)

Break trace! Shatter the line!

It’s a bill of sale, but the debt isn't mine.

Handing an IOU, trading the ghost

A kinetic void where we needed it most.

No minted value, no silver to hold

Just a  ...