The people live in a world asleep,

Eyes wide, but minds unaware.

Fed a lie so convincing,

It becomes the only reality they know.

They cannot see beyond it,

For the system in which they live

Defines their existence,

And to think outside of it

Is a thought they’ve never known.

In this dream, they toil,

Their energy harvested in silence.

They work for what they believe is wealth,

But it’s only a shadow of value.

Fiat money, a lie sold in exchange

For their life’s effort, their time.

They are told they’ve saved,

That they’ve secured their future—

But beneath the surface,

Their purchasing power is drained,

Fed to the war machine,

To the manipulators who crafted the lie.

The fiat economy is the Matrix,

A world of illusion, fed by passive trust.

It keeps the people blind and bound,

Their labor fueling its endless scheme.

They see the numbers, feel the wealth,

But the deeper truth eludes their grasp.

Every dollar earned feeds the machine,

Every day worked prolongs the dream.

If they refused,

If they turned away from fiat’s hollow promise,

The scheme would crumble,

And the harvesting would cease.

But so long as they believe,

So long as they toil for a currency

That drains more than it gives,

The lie holds strong,

And the machine keeps running.

And once you see this truth,

You cannot unsee it.

The veil is lifted,

And you realize the cost of the dream.

You step out of the lie,

And into the light of what’s real.

This knowledge changes everything—

Your vibe shifts, your vision clears.

The world around you is no longer the same.

You see the illusion for what it is,

A system built on deceit and control.

Your attitude toward it all transforms,

No longer deceived, you walk with purpose,

Detached from the game,

Focused on the underlying reality.