⚡ "Chain Reaction" ⚡

(A Bitcoin Warrior’s Ode to Fiat’s Rot)

Verse 1:

They print in the dark, no oversight,

A magic trick—thin air to might.

With gov’s embrace, they steal the light,

Debt as their king, and fraud as right.

Pre-Chorus:

Grease the wheels, pass the bills,

Empty vaults and hollow tills.

Promises writ on burning scrolls,

A rigged game with stolen goals.

Chorus:

Chain reaction—lie begets lie,

The more they steal, the more we die.

Trickle-down crime, it floods the street,

From vaults above to cops that eat.

Verse 2:

The butcher, the baker, the thief, the priest,

All kneel now to the dollar beast.

Taxman’s cut, the banker’s fee,

A rusted chain of misery.

Bridge:

But deep in the code, in math, in steel,

A spark ignites what they can’t repeal.

No master’s hand, no puppet strings,

Just honest weight and golden rings.

Final Chorus:

Chain reaction—truth now spreads,

From node to node, the old world bleeds.

Their paper thrones turn into dust,

While keys we hold reclaim their trust.

Outro:

So stack your sats and hold them tight,

The chains they forged now forge their plight.

The end begins with this refrain—

You can’t corrupt what’s bound by chain.*