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(Intro – spoken, over a gritty lo-fi beat) Yeah. They tell you work hard, keep your head down. But look around… blood on the ground. And worms underneath, fattening up. This one’s for the ones who see it clear. --- (Verse 1) Woke up to the siren song of the grift Another promise broken, another shift They got the golden parachute, we got the drift System got a smile but the teeth are a cliff They cut the nets while we fall through the cracks Food stamps or bomb stamps—pick your tax Had a dream of a house, now it’s just a shack They got the whole deck stacked, I got a heart attack Pensions turned to pennies, 401k dust They say “pull yourself up” but the ladder’s rust Every safety net’s a thread, and they love to cut Leave you bleeding on the curb while the CEO struts --- ([Chorus – low raspy voice, spoken on beat, no melody, strictly rhythmic]) Blood on the ground (on the ground) Worms under ground (underground) They built a kingdom on debt and doubt And we’re digging graves while they’re cashing out Blood on the ground (can you see it now?) Worms under ground—yeah, that’s their crown --- (Verse 2) They got the social nets—just a different trap Threads of likes and shares while the rent goes snap You think a retweet gonna stop the eviction? I’ve seen the algorithm smile at addiction They want you angry but aimless, loud but alone A hashtag rebellion on a broken phone Meanwhile the bottom line grows teeth and bone And the working class is working a loan I seen the food bank line wrapped around the church I seen the landlord grin when the savings hurt They say “there is no alternative” like a curse But every empire’s got a date with the dirt --- [Chorus – low raspy voice, spoken on beat, no melody, strictly rhythmic) Blood on the ground (so much blood) Worms under ground (feeding on the flood) They built a kingdom on debt and doubt And we’re digging graves while they’re cashing out Blood on the ground (when’s the last time you looked?) Worms under ground—got a whole damn cookbook --- (Bridge – slower) What if we stopped playing by their math? What if the ground beneath us finally wakes and laughs? What if the worms ain’t the enemy— What if they’re just waiting for the rot to set us free? ‘Cause the system’s a corpse that’s still walking around You can smell the decay when you’re outside the town And every dollar’s a leash, every contract a chain But the rain keeps falling on the blood and the grain --- (Outro – fading, defiant) Blood on the ground… it’s not just pain. It’s fertilizer. Worms under ground… they ain’t just feeders. They’re settlers. So go ahead, count your millions, build your wall The ground remembers. The ground remembers everything. (beat echoes, then cut)