[Intro]
[Pipe organ states the three-note circuit motif before metallic glasses strike like dragging chains.]

Three notes through the marble hall,
Three locks answer to the call.
Masks arrive in black cars,
Drones keep watch above the stars.

[Chorus]
Oligarchs at the inauguration,
Gold masks facing one direction.
Champagne chains in celebration,
Cold applause for the coronation.
While the rain beats hard against the wall,
Who owns the country owns the hall.

[Verse 1]
Black cars breathe beside the gate,
Engines purr and chauffeurs wait.
Velvet ropes divide the street,
Silk inside and sleet on feet.
A waiter lifts a silver tray,
A miner's pension drains away.
The orchestra receives its cue,
The ballroom shines in server blue.

[Verse 2]
A veteran grips a cardboard sign,
His medals dark with rain and grime.
A nurse still dressed from twelve-hour care
Can see the chandeliers from there.
A migrant mother holds her son,
Two soaked coats wrapped into one.
Above them, drones in patient flight
Record the cold but not the right.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every mask has signed a name,
Every favor feeds the flame.
Every glass repeats the chain--
Listen closely through the rain.

[Chorus]
Oligarchs at the inauguration,
Gold masks facing one direction.
Champagne chains in celebration,
Cold applause for the coronation.
While the rain beats hard against the wall,
Who owns the country owns the hall.

[Verse 3]
The president ascends the stair,
Flashbulbs bleach the waiting air.
Platform lords and owners bow,
Yesterday forgotten now.
A network chief adjusts his tie,
Practices an alibi.
A paper baron checks his phone;
One brief command leaves truth alone.

[Verse 4]
Lobbyists begin the dance,
Contracts hidden in each glance.
A senator receives a toast,
A factory town becomes a ghost.
The strings turn a minor key,
The organ gives the signal twice;

[Instrumental Break]
[Down-tuned guitars transform the ballroom waltz into a mechanical march while trombones repeat the circuit motif.]

[Bridge]
[Female Lead - Journalist]
If they kloze every door,
We transmit through the night.

[Choir]
A river remembers
Where stolen things go.

[Male Lead - Veteran]
No oath I once swore
Made obedience blind.

[Breakdown]
Take off the mask.
Show us the name.
Who bought the match?
Who profits from flame?

[Buildup]
The snare begins under shoes in the street,
One pair, ten pairs, a thousand feet.
The conductor tightens his hand--
Rain finds a rhythm unplanned.

[Final Chorus]
Oligarchs at the inauguration,
Your masks reveal the same allegiance.
Champagne chains in celebration
Cannot drown a population.
Now the rain beats time against the wall--
No private ballroom owns us all.

[Outro]
The final toast hangs cold and bright.
Three notes travel through the night.
Inside, gold reflects the crown.
Outside, hands refuse to bow down.
