Discounted democracy

Artist: Monkilok Album: Losing it Year: 2026 Description: Experimental trip-hop song generated and produced using AI-assisted composition tools. Lyrics: They say the vote is power but power has a price The spotlight costs a fortune and fortune rolls the dice Billboards build a savior with a borrowed golden smile Bankers write the speeches he will read out after while Hope becomes a product on a polished glowing screen Sponsored by the hands that keep the profit running clean You call it free election open honest fair But freedom is an illusion when the rich supply the air Every promise printed bright in gold Has a hidden name the crowd’s not told Money makes the mandate money moves the law Money builds the ladder that the righteous never saw If justice is a market truth is up for sale Democracy’s a story with a corporate detail They purchase all the players they purchase every role When profit writes the future it mortgages the soul Campaigns cost a kingdom kingdoms cost a crown Crowns are paid in silence when the curtains tumble down Lobby lights are glowing in the corridors at night Deals are signed in whispers far away from public sight You think you chose a leader but you chose a brand instead Packaged in conviction factory shaped and fed The ballot is a ritual the outcome prearranged When capital’s the architect the blueprint stays unchanged Every law declared with pride Has a private debt behind Money makes the mandate money moves the law Money builds the ladder that the righteous never saw If justice is a market truth is up for sale Democracy’s a story with a corporate detail They purchase all the players they purchase every role When profit writes the future it mortgages the soul Greed breeds need need feeds fear Fear kills thought till the path is clear Power towers over broken vows Golden idols take their bows Sign the line fall in line stay in line on cue If you do not serve the system it will not serve you Money makes the mandate money seals the deal Money shapes the nation into something it can steal If freedom is a slogan carved in marble pale It cracks beneath the weight of a billionaire scale They own the conversation they own the control When profit rules the people it bankrupts the soul Power wears a human face But money always knows its place Money makes the mandate money seals the deal Money shapes the nation into something it can steal If freedom is a slogan carved in marble pale It cracks beneath the weight of a billionaire scale They own the conversation they own the control When profit rules the people it bankrupts the soul Power wears a human face But money always knows its place