Full kleptomode

[Intro] There's a backpack by the door There's a storm you can smell before you see I've got good hands and nowhere I need to be [Verse 1] The maximalists of wealth don't know where to stop No clutch, no brake — the pedal's all they've got A fine balance tipping, one degree from the drop The engine's running hot, they don't feel the knock [Chorus 1] The elite has gone full kleptomode No consideration, no shame The surest hedge they'll never buy — the hands that clean and hold their keys [Verse 2] The unfairness is loud, and trust is turning to dust They grab by reflex — not because they must The ones who work the hardest get ground into the rust While the system keeps extracting, and it doesn't care what's just [Chorus 2] The elite has gone full kleptomode No consideration, no mercy The surest hedge they'll never buy — the hands that clean and hold their keys [Verse 3] Call it economic compulsive disorder — they can't stop The rot is out in daylight now, all the way up to the top You can't eat gold, you can't drink a watch, you can't hide behind a prop The hands that keep it running know what's coming when it stops [Bridge 1] I see people setting down the dream they used to share I see a man setting down his tools and walking out the door I see them setting up in trailer parks and tents and cars I see them setting up a world outside the sick rule of law I see them leaving the ship — and finding dignity in the leaving [Chorus 3] The elite has gone full kleptomode No consideration, no mercy The surest hedge they'll never buy — the hands that clean and hold their keys [Bridge 2] Where's the solid ground when everything turns to chaos When a dollar's just a story that nobody tells anymore Where's the solid ground when everything turns to chaos When the lights flicker twice and then they don't come back [Outro] They still think they can ride this out — they haven't felt the shift Klepto on reflex, compulsive, can't stop even if they tried They're so well protected, they'll be the last to know The backpack's by the door — storm you can smell before you see Where's the solid ground when everything turns to chaos [End]