[SPOKEN INTRO]
Andromalius is the thirty-sixth spirit.
He discovers thieves.
He returns what was stolen.
Funny then —
that no one has summoned him
into a single chamber of government.
[VERSE 1]
The bill was written by the industry it governed
The committee chair bought stock the morning of the vote
The IMF arrived with loans and left with water rights
Austerity for citizens, the yachts are still afloat
Panama and Paradise, eleven million files
Every flag, every party, every offshore exile
[PRE-CHORUS]
The theft is not a secret
It's disclosed and then forgotten
Every nation, every cycle
Root to rotten
[CHORUS]
Andromalius stands at the door
Of every vault they said was yours
He names the thief, he holds the proof
But no one let him past the floor
Call the thirty-sixth into the chamber
Let him read the names aloud
The demon meant to punish stealing
Was never once allowed
[VERSE 2]
The central bank inflates the currency you hold
The asset class they own appreciates in gold
Quantitative easing is a transfer dressed in math
The middle class evaporates and no one feels the wrath
From London down to Lagos, Buenos Aires to Seoul
The mechanism is identical — different flags, same toll
[BRIDGE]
This is in the Panama Papers
This is in the congressional disclosure
This is in the IMF's own post-program reviews
The demon doesn't lie
The record does
[OUTRO — SPOKEN]
They will call this populism.
They will call this divisive.
Andromalius doesn't care what they call it.
He holds the ledger.
He holds the name.
He has always held them.
You just never called him in.
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