[Intro]
[Muted guitar, bass and snare click into a rigid timesheet groove.]

Eight hours vision.
Two hours threat.
Half an hour removing
What the client might regret.

[Verse 1]
Code one-four-seven: strategic foresight.
Code one-four-eight: staying late at night.
Code one-four-nine: interpreting flame.
Code one-five-zero: renaming the same.
Hugin bills thinking in six-minute rows.
Munin bills memory wherever it goes.
I bill one eye under “specialist power.”
Wisdom is billable by the hour.

[Pre-Chorus]
Round every warning to one decimal place.
Remove every tremor from Odin’s face.
Align every terror with scope and demand.
No work is real till the invoice is scanned.

[Chorus]
Billable wisdom, billed by the hour,
Package the warning and polish the power.
Billable wisdom, slide thirty-four,
Sell them the flood, then sell them the shore.
Wisdom is billable by the hour
Until the clock sends gods to the floor.

[Verse 2]
The prophecy says that the structure will fall.
The partner requests, “Could we soften ‘all’?”
The rune says the wolf will consume every chain.
He types “temporary logistics constraint.”
The sea will rise over the executive park.
He changes the background from crimson to dark.
Then Finance rejects what the ravens accrue:
“Non-client thinking is not chargeable to you.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Round every lifetime to one decimal place.
Replace every person with workforce and space.
Align the last battle with scope and demand.
No truth is valid till Procurement has scanned.

[Chorus]
Billable wisdom, billed by the hour,
Package the warning and polish the power.
Billable wisdom, slide thirty-four,
Sell them the flood, then sell them the shore.
Wisdom is billable by the hour
Until the clock sends gods to the floor.

[Instrumental Break]
[Bass and guitar trade six-beat invoice figures while harmonium interrupts with the ancient motif.]

[Bridge]
What should I charge for the rope and the tree?
What rate fits the eye that no longer can see?
What code should contain nine nights without bread?
What line reimburses a word from the dead?
The timesheet responds with a blank yellow bar:
“Please enter a valid activity code.”

[Break]
Vision: approved.
Warning: denied.
Sacrifice: non-billable.
Truth: reclassified.

[Build-up]
The deck reaches ninety-two slides before dawn.
The runes are all hidden, the names nearly gone.
I place one raw prophecy under the flower:
Wisdom is billable by the hour.

[Final Chorus]
Billable wisdom, billed by the hour,
Package the warning, but truth keeps its power.
Billable wisdom, slide ninety-four,
Sell them the flood—they will still ask for more.
Wisdom is billable by the hour,
But clocks cannot measure the root or the flower.

[Outro]
Submit the sheet.
Confirm the cost.
Eight hours entered.
One lifetime lost.
