Lyrics
Let me paint you a picture of a titan of industry. A man who bought his soul back, sold his code of integrity, Sitting at the summit, sipping vintage by the glass, Dictating dividends, pretending he’s a gentleman. But beneath the velvet veneer and the privilege, He’s a vulture in a vest, a parasite, a sycophant. He grew a little kingdom, insulated, intimate, Buying out the judges, then declaring it legitimate. Or so he thinks. He’s counting up the commas, cooking numbers in the ink, Drinking from the fountain of a counterfeit innocence. Got a billion in the Caymans, got a politician on the payroll, Thinks he’s holding all the cards, halo glowing like a stained-glass window. But the market’s a cannibal, chewing through the capital, He thought he was untouchable, invulnerable, unassailable, Then suddenly the numbers on the monitor start dropping, While the feds are at the door and the auditors are knocking! Wait... Wait... Wait, pause the ticker tape. Look at the expression on his face. That is the absolute, tangible, inescapable panic of a man who suddenly realizes he cannot buy gravity. So he reaches for the parachute he meticulously packed, A golden severance package, every clause and loophole stacked, Pulls the little ripcord, tries to flee the jurisdiction, But the silk is severed, an accounting crucifixion! Just a bag of heavy rocks tied together by a tether, Now he’s stepping off the precipice and praying for a feather. Terminal velocity, fiscal catastrophe, Erasing his monopoly, demolishing his property. Dropping through the atmosphere, stripping off the Rolex, Choking on his vanity, a casualty of complex Financial gymnastics, now the numbers don’t connect, Bleeding out his equity in front of the plebeians! See, you can fly a rocket to the sun, But Icarus is laughing at the damage you have done. You’re standing at the edge, looking down at the sprawl, Whispering a prayer to a god you never call... But the bigger they are! Yeah, step right up and witness it! Oh, the harder they fall! SPLAT. No safety net, no cavalry, Just a heavy sum of gravity extracting its anatomy. Thought he was a king, but he was barely a commodity, Now he’s just a splatter at the bottom of the drop! Yeah, the bigger they are... Watch him plummet from the pinnacle... THE HARDER THEY FALL!