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Broken Meter Blues

This is the anthem for everyone fighting against the constant grind and the cost of having a soul. We're breaking the glass on the clock and reclaiming our time. Stop calculating the struggle - it's time for the boom. 💥 Listen, share and rise up! Lyrics Down Below! 👇 Verse 1 Four in the morning, the light outside is grey, Gotta squeeze a full life into half a working day. The Broken Meter Blues got that persistent little tick, Even when the work stops, the anxiety sticks. It's the cost of being quiet, the fee for standing still, Charging extra for the hours we spent fighting up the hill. They talk about productivity, efficiency, and speed, But their entire wealth is built on what we actually need. We hear the mechanism grinding, the gears are always turning, And the lesson they teach is that your time is always burning. Chorus Listen to the tick-tock, louder than the drums, It’s the Broken Meter Blues for where the struggle comes. Spitting verses sharper than the hands moving fast, Fighting a system that was never meant to last. Every second wasted, every penny earned and spent, A colder, harder bargain, a life of discontent. We’re raising the volume, drowning out the high-pitched whine, Reclaiming the minutes, making the time truly mine. Verse 2 They gave us the clock, but they control the flow, The Storm Drain Economy makes the cash secretly go. Down unseen pipes, disappearing with a silent rush, While we're left with the grime, the residue and the hush. They expect us to run, like we're part of Treadmill Nation’s race, But we jump off the belt, reclaiming our own pace. The bills are unmet, the debts accumulate fast, They want us weak and compliant, focused on the past. But we've got that internal spark, Ember Pockets alight, Enough rebellious heat to make it through the darkest night. Bridge The meter keeps turning, spinning, demanding a toll, It tries to calculate the cost of having a soul. But the air is thicker now, heavy with the sound of the street, The rhythm of resistance, the shuffle of steady feet. We're taking back the dial, breaking the glass, No longer slaves to the seconds, let the tyranny pass. The clock's on its last wind-up, hear the metallic scream, This is the moment we escape the capitalist dream. Verse 3 We rewrite the timeline, outside their restrictive thought, The lessons that they sold us, the futures we never bought. Let them keep their Recycled Crown made of tin and rust, We build our own power, founded on honesty and trust. We know the game is rigged, the deck is stacked too high, But our voices rising together pierce the indifferent sky. We spit the truth louder, sharper than the meter's whine, The struggle is real, but the freedom will be divine. Outro The tick stops. We control the time now. No more Blues. Just the boom.