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The Glitter at the Peak - Citizen Zero

The Glitter at the Peak - Citizen Zero Mid-tempo 90s folk-rock, driving cynical bassline, grit, protest song, weathered vocals, rhythmic acoustic guitar strumming, fade out the end of the song ​ ​[[Intro] [Acoustic guitar riff with steady, thumping bass] ​[Verse 1] The stock ticker is boasting green across the evening news A billionaire just bought a yacht to cure his Tuesday blues They’re popping corks on Wall Street, saying "look how high we climb" While the rest of us are trading sleep just to buy a little time We’re staring at the ceiling, and they’re calling it the sky Counting up the surplus as the well is running dry ​[Chorus] Oh, we’re measuring the mountain by the glitter at the peak Ignoring all the landslides and the weary and the weak It’s a masterclass in magic, a steady sleight of hand To call a kingdom wealthy while the subjects can't stand Yeah, we’re brainwashed in the choir, singing hymns to every gain While they’re measuring the harvest by the folks who own the game ​[Verse 2] They say the tide is rising, so we ought to be afloat But it’s hard to keep your head up when you don't even own a boat The "Index" is a fever dream, a number in the clouds It doesn't hear the grocery lines or the quiet, anxious crowds If the top percent is soaring, then the country’s doing great But you can’t eat a statistic when there’s nothing on your plate ​[Bridge] [Bass builds in intensity] Check the pulse of the penthouse, call it "national health" Redefine the common good as concentrated wealth Repeat the line, believe the lie, until the truth is blurred The loudest pockets in the room are the only voices heard ​[Guitar Solo - Melancholic and Bluesy] ​[Chorus] Oh, we’re measuring the mountain by the glitter at the peak Ignoring all the landslides and the weary and the weak It’s a masterclass in magic, a steady sleight of hand To call a kingdom wealthy while the subjects cant stand Yeah, we’re brainwashed in the choir, singing hymns to every gain While they’re measuring the harvest by the folks who own the game ​[Outro] Yeah, they’re counting up their gains [Backing vocals: And we’re just getting wet] Measuring the success... By the people we forget [Sudden stop] [Fade Out Song] ​[End]