[Intro]
Steel teeth turn beneath the floor,
Camera three has found the door.
Gold on glass, a lacquered grin,
Cue the anthem. Let him in.

[Chorus]
The escalator descends, and the whole room starts to rise,
Gold along the railing, television in his eyes.
Down comes the salesman; up goes the sound,
The escalator descends while truth leaves the ground.
Red caps bloom where the house lights bend,
He calls it a beginning—we can hear the end.

[Verse 1]
A studio sun burns cold and white,
Powder hides the sleepless night.
The lobby marble shines like bone,
Each polished wall repeats his tone.
He weighs each pause, rehearses rage,
Then walks his name across the stage.
A nation bruised by debt and doubt
Hears one loud mouth and drowns itself out.

[Pre-Chorus]
No oath yet spoken, no plan made plain,
Only a surname struck like rain.
The crowd wants thunder, not the proof;
He sells them weather beneath a roof.

[Chorus]
The escalator descends, and the whole room starts to rise,
Gold along the railing, television in his eyes.
Down comes the salesman; up goes the sound,
The escalator descends while truth leaves the ground.
Red caps bloom where the house lights bend,
He calls it a beginning—we can hear the end.

[Verse 2]
Times Square flickers, block by block,
His face consumes the midnight clock.
A chyron crowns each practiced sneer,
The ratings climb, the facts disappear.
One caller curses, one host laughs,
One editor cuts the truth in halves.
The louder every warning rings,
The more the spectacle grows wings.

[Bridge]
Liberty waits behind the screen,
Her copper hands scrubbed studio-clean.
She asks the lens, “What have you shown—
A leader born, or hunger grown?”

[Guitar Solo: low guitars, descending brass motif, double-kick build]

[Build-up]
One floor below, the motors grind.
One floor above, they lose their mind.
The doors slide wide, the flashbulbs flare—
A golden lie steps into air.

[Final Chorus]
The escalator descends, but now the whole world starts to rise,
Gold becomes a blindfold tied across a million eyes.
Down comes the salesman; up goes the sound,
The escalator descends while law leaves the ground.
Red caps bloom where the warning lights bend,
He calls himself the future—we can hear the end.

[Outro]
Steel teeth stop beneath the floor.
Camera three still guards the door.
In the mirrored lobby, clean and bright,
Someone has written one word: “Truth.”