GDP is taxes: Dampened voices of the sage [AI Music]

[Verse 1]
In the shadow of ledgers, under the accountant's gaze,
They tally up the numbers, lost in the fiscal haze.
Every dime you earn, every cent you've paid,
Locked in their equations, a masquerade parade.

[Chorus]
They say GDP's climbing, it's a patriot's pride,
But peel back the curtain, see what they hide.
Just measuring taxes, it's their sly masquerade,
Dampened voices of the sage, we're just pawns in the trade.

[Verse 2]
No count of the tables, chairs sold or made,
Just the tax on your labor, the tribute that's paid.
"Rising taxes" whisper, through the public dismay,
Cloaked in grand numbers, the truth they betray.

[Chorus]
They say GDP's climbing, it's a patriot's pride,
But peel back the curtain, see what they hide.
Just measuring taxes, it's their sly masquerade,
Dampened voices of the sage, we're just pawns in the trade.

[Bridge]
Under the weight of invisible chains,
The digits dance, disguising our strains.
A mirror of money, where shadows play,
The more they take, the more we obey.

[Chorus]
They say GDP's climbing, it's a patriot's pride,
But peel back the curtain, see what they hide.
Just measuring taxes, it's their sly masquerade,
Dampened voices of the sage, we're just pawns in the trade.

[Outro]
Dampened voices of the sage, see the game they've played,
A nation's worth, in shadows weighed.
Don't let the numbers define our days,
Dampened voices of the sage, let's find our way.