（Verse）
Numbers dance on screens so bright,
Bonuses soar while futures fade from sight,
Risk is hidden, losses sold away,
Another quarter, another golden pay.
（Chorus）
Who pays the price when the vault runs dry?
Taxpayers bleed while the suits deny,
Too big to fail, too rich to blame,
The house always wins in this rigged game.
（Outro）
Glass towers shine, the truth wears thin—
The bank was empty, long before we walked in.