Look closely at the paper, read the writing on
the green. It's a liability ledger if you know
what the letters mean. They call it legal tender,
they say it holds the weight, but it's just a
promissory note stamped by the state. A bill
of sale for nothing, a receipt for what was spent.
Trading institutional, I'll use to pay the monthly
rent. It ain't a store of value, it's a shadow
on the wall A highly structured vacuum waiting
for the fall It's a bill of sale, it's a paper
chain A promissory note circulating But this
V .I. Is a fraction of the promises they made
It's a bill of sale, it's a paper chain A promissory
note circulating the rain From one bank to another
We're just passing the debt Trading empty batteries
Placing a losing bet A true currency, it's a
fee in disguise Look at the silver line Open
up your eyes Structural decay in the wallet and
the purse The more they print the paper, the
reality gets worse. A kinetic void, a phantom
load, a heavy human labor that we lost. No mast,
no anchor, no physical design. Just a temporary
playster waiting on the line. It's a bill of
sale. It's a paper chain. A promissory note circulating.
and the transaction.