Follicle FinancingNever Enough

Mon beau château de cartes... (My beautiful castle of cards...) Le vent se lève... (The wind is rising...) Yeah, the string quartet is silenced by the sirens! The ivory tower's shuddering from financial violence! Woke up from a daydream of dividends and trust, Now I'm back inside the nightmare, where the metal turns to rust. The profit margin's bleeding, a slow and steady drain, Got a flowchart for a future that's circling the drain. They told me "only paranoid survive," a motto I once held, But paranoia doesn't pay the bills when your whole story's shelled! From passive-income prophet to a desperate street chemist! This ain't a market correction, this is psychological blemish! Yeah, I'm photoshopping futures! I'm financing the fear! This is the ugly, boring truth of how we end up here! I'm checking bank statements like a man possessed, a frantic kind of prayer, Looking for a single comma that is simply no longer there. My safety net was made of numbers, a theory I believed, Now the only math that matters is the lies that I've conceived To keep the lights on for another 24-hour run, To face the new day's damage when the damage is never done. I traded all my leverage for a single, losing hand, A low-rent Sisyphus in a god-forsaken land. From passive-income prophet to a desperate street chemist! This ain't a market correction, this is psychological blemish! Yeah, I'm photoshopping futures! I'm financing the fear! This is the ugly, boring truth of how we end up here! Uncle told me... "Don't sell now..." (Worst time) "Hold the line..." (Bad advice) But he ain't the one staring at the bottom of the page... He ain't the one locked inside this gilded, empty cage... Hair follicles... Potatoes... The architecture... of the broke...