Song of the week...

### **"When the Music Ends"**

*(Inspired by the metaphor of Musical Chairs and Bitcoin)*

**[Verse 1]**

The room is spinning, the game’s in play,

Voices shouting, "Come what may!"

The music’s loud, it fills the air,

But I see the chairs, and I’m prepared.

Fear and doubt, they’re on repeat,

Dancing fools with unsteady feet.

But I’ve seen the truth, it’s crystal clear,

The final note is drawing near.

**[Chorus]**

When the music ends, who’ll have a chair?

The ones who saw through the lies out there.

While the rest keep spinning, lost in the sound,

I’ll hold my seat, on solid ground.

When the music fades and the chaos begins,

Only the strong will find what wins.

**[Verse 2]**

Promises made in paper dreams,

Printing wealth in endless streams.

But every note they print is fake,

A fleeting tune, a ticking quake.

FUD tries to blind us, but I’ve got the key,

A lifeline forged in energy.

No one controls it, no one pretends,

Bitcoin’s the chair when the game ends.

**[Chorus]**

When the music ends, who’ll have a chair?

The ones who prepared, who saw through the glare.

Not bound by fear, not trapped in schemes,

They’ll hold their truth, they’ll hold their dreams.

**[Bridge]**

Some will panic, rush to play,

Grasping for chairs that fade away.

But I’ll be calm, I’ve made my stand,

A sound escape was always the plan.

**[Chorus]**

When the music ends, who’ll have a chair?

The ones who chose to truly care.

While others cling to empty tunes,

I’ll rise with the sun, beyond the ruins.

**[Outro]**

So let the music play its part,

Let fear and doubt consume the heart.

I’ve found my chair, I’ve made my amends,

I’ll stand with Bitcoin—when the music ends.