Zloy Rock — World Machine

Hear it.
Hear it.
Years are turning under the sky,
Cities breathe while the stock rates rise,
And while human hearts pump blood, the world runs on demand.
Oil and steel, the market streams,
Currency became our dreams.
Every brand's a newborn god, every trend's a ticking clock.
Old idols crumble into dust, tomorrow builds another lust.
Because the engine never lives without the numbers that it feeds.
We're just fragments in the wire,
Replaced to keep the system higher.
Some create and some destroy, but the machine still grows.
And if tomorrow everything dies,
The market builds another lie.
Empty space can't survive; money's terrified of silence.
Profit and losses, supply and demand,
Wrapping around the world like electric veins.
We are only cogs in a global frame where money makes more money again and again.
The machine wants fading, the machine wants growth.
Every brand new crisis becomes fuel for the throne.
Growth.
Growth.
Only growth or the system meets itself alive.
Corporations flood like seas, swallow names and histories.
New logos replace the flags, new markets replace the past.
Every feelings up for sale, even fear has its own scale.
Even rebels got designed, packaged up, and sold online.
You're a courier, clerk, or guard, engineer,
Or business shark.
Everyone was born to play their little role inside the frame.
We believed love ruled the world, or faith, or power.
But above storms, above the wars, above nature,
Stands the balance.
And while numbers keep on turning, Earth itself will spin.
Higher.
Faster.
Bigger.
Gain.
One market falls, another takes its place.
Old empires into the archive,
Fresh new faces onto the conveyor line.
Profit and losses, the oldest porcelain.
Stronger than the hurricanes, stronger than empires rise.
We fly and demand the code beneath the skin.
We are only gears inside the world machine.
And while the engine breathes, there will be another round.
Because money must make money,
That's the way this world goes.
That's the way.
Growth sounds.
Growth sounds.
Silent hum of servers, pulse of trading floors,
And an endless stream of numbers beneath the skin of the world.