HOUSE OF CARDS - by Lucid Hertz

[Intro – ominous piano + low vocal whispers]
Red tie, blue tie — same old disguise,
Money in their pockets, blood in their eyes.
Laws for the wealthy, chains for the poor,
House of cards built on a stolen floor.

They preach on the podium, smile for the screen,
But shake hands in shadows where the deals stay unseen.
Super PACs, lobby cash, backroom trades,
Every law written where the money gets made.
Wars for profit, prisons for gain,
Healthcare a business built on pain.
They sell us hope, but it’s scripted lies,
Truth gets buried where the body lies.

[Hook – dark R&B vocals, hypnotic and chantable]
House of cards, it falls tonight,
Built on greed, not on right.
Chains of gold, truth denied,
We see the cracks they try to hide.

[House of cards, house of cards…]

Left hand waves while the right hand steals,
Every “change” sold is a corporate deal.
Senators bought like stocks on the floor,
Justice auctioned to the highest score.
Media spins like a carnival wheel,
Tell you what to fear, what to feel, what’s real.
Divide the people, keep ‘em blind,
While they write new chains in the byline fine.

[Hook – repeated stronger, layered harmonies]
House of cards, it falls tonight,
Built on greed, not on right.
Chains of gold, truth denied,
We see the cracks they try to hide.

Left, right — two wings, same bird.
Truth drowned out, lies preferred.
But the cracks run deep, and the walls can’t stand,
When the people rise, truth’s in hand.

Black budgets bleed where the taxes go,
Funding wars you’ll never know.
Bankers feast while the people starve,
Politicians smile as they carve and carve.
They sell our future for a dollar sign,
Every oath broken, every word a crime.
But the veil breaks when the crowd ignites,
The house of cards can’t survive the light.

[Final Hook – gospel-choir echoes + heavy bass]
House of cards, it falls tonight,
Built on greed, not on right.
Chains of gold, truth denied,
We see the cracks they try to hide.

[House of cards… house of cards… it falls tonight.]

[Outro – whispered mantra fading out]
Red tie, blue tie — same old disguise,
But truth don’t die when the people rise.