[Spoken Intro] Attention, citizens: The system is experiencing a temporary permanent failure. Please remain calm, keep spending, and dance responsibly. [Verse 1] Streetlights blink in a tired code, last train stalled on a flooded road. Screens keep smiling, markets dip, captain vanished from the sinking ship. Rent went up, sky went brown, another chain store boarded down. News says, “Nothing here is strange,” then sells the panic during the break. So button your coat, lace up your shoes. We’ve got nothing left but rhythm to lose. [Pre-Chorus] One step left when the grid goes black. Two steps right no going back. Sirens sing in a minor key. Civilization’s falling, but the floor is free. [Chorus] Dance, dance the ceiling’s coming down. (Coming down.) Move like tomorrow forgot this town. (Forgot this town.) Spin through the static, slide through the smoke. The world’s one payment from becoming a joke. Dance, dance let the good times end. Raise one glass to the algorithm’s friends. If this is the last call, turn it up loud. We came in alone we collapse as a crowd. [Verse 2] Politicians pose by the emergency light, promise fresh paint while the wiring ignites. Billionaires launch from the burning ground, say they’ll send postcards when they’re safely out. Robots took the night shift, boss took the raise. We got a wellness email and seventeen-hour days. Water tastes metallic. Summer lasts till fall. Customer support says, “We appreciate your call.” Everything’s broken, but polished and clean. A beautiful ruin in high definition screens. [Pre-Chorus] One step left past the warning sign. Two steps right everything is fine. That’s what they said as the bridge gave way. Now the band keeps playing, so we might as well sway. [Chorus] Dance, dance the ceiling’s coming down. (Coming down.) Move like tomorrow forgot this town. (Forgot this town.) Spin through the static, slide through the smoke. The world’s one payment from becoming a joke. Dance, dance let the good times end. Raise one glass to the algorithm’s friends. If this is the last call, turn it up loud. We came in alone we collapse as a crowd. [Post-Chorus] Oh watch the skyline flicker. Oh feel the bass hit quicker. Oh nothing left to save? Then clear some room and misbehave. [Verse 3] The supermarket’s empty, but the ads look great. There’s a premium subscription for accepting your fate. Church bell ringing through the warehouse rain, while a drone delivers something no one can explain. Old men say, “We’ve seen worse before.” Young ones laugh while they barricade the door. Every generation gets handed the bill, then blamed for the wreck at the foot of the hill. But tonight we’re not begging. Tonight we don’t plead. We’ll dance on the blueprint of manufactured need. [Filtered Breakdown] No signal. No service. No functioning state. No affordable housing. No reasonable rate. No faith in the leaders. No trust in the plan. But the kick still lands So move while you can. [Call and Response] Is the future cancelled? (Looks that way.) Did they keep the money? (Every day.) Should we sit politely? (Not tonight.) Then swing through the darkness under emergency lights. [Bridge] Maybe the end won’t arrive with a flame. Maybe it comes with a password change. A late fee. A heat wave. A glitch in the feed. A nation too tired to know what it needs. Maybe collapse isn’t one final sound just fewer good people still hanging around. So hold who you love. Keep your enemies few. When the system forgets us, we remember what’s true. Then back to the beat. No sermon. No cure. Just one honest rhythm in a world insecure. [Final Chorus] Dance, dance the ceiling’s coming down. (Coming down.) Move like tomorrow forgot this town. (Forgot this town.) Spin through the static, slide through the smoke. We finally found freedom when the machinery broke. Dance, dance let the old world end. Raise both hands with your remaining friends. If this is the last call, turn it up proud. We came here divided Now collapse as a crowd. [Outro] The power cuts out. The room keeps moving. No cameras. No prices. No sponsors approving. Just hearts in the dark, keeping time somehow. Civilization is over. The night starts now.
