[*Spoken Text*] This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS....... [Verse] Clock hands frozen, Capitol's a ghost town Paychecks vanish, families toast now Empty fridge, hunger pangs echo loud Imports stalled, tariffs stack a shroud Taxes climb, wallets thin, veins dry Officials in suits just blink and sigh Kids asking "why?", mouths to feed Government's stuck, greed plants the seed [Chorus] It's the Shutdown Round, where the food runs out Where the cries get drowned, and the debts compound It’s the Shutdown Round, ain’t no checks inbound Tell me who holds ground when the system’s down [Verse 2] Factories halt, export dreams implode Farmers pray for rain, but tariffs erode Mamas ration rice, stretch the bread thin Daddies on the grind, but the odds don’t bend Public cries, headlines sell the fear Promised solutions disappear each year Leaders sit high, dining on roast While the working-class folks scrape burnt toast [Prechorus] Shutdown, shutdown, spinning in a loop Families in the trenches, eating hope as soup [*Pause* - (music melody, Drumroll)] [Verse] Clock hands frozen, Capitol's a ghost town Paychecks vanish, families toast now Empty fridge, hunger pangs echo loud Imports stalled, tariffs stack a shroud Taxes climb, wallets thin, veins dry Officials in suits just blink and sigh Kids asking "why?", mouths to feed Government's stuck, greed plants the seed [Chorus] It's the Shutdown Round, where the food runs out Where the cries get drowned, and the debts compound It’s the Shutdown Round, ain’t no checks inbound Tell me who holds ground when the system’s down [Verse 2] Factories halt, export dreams implode Farmers pray for rain, but tariffs erode Mamas ration rice, stretch the bread thin Daddies on the grind, but the odds don’t bend Public cries, headlines sell the fear Promised solutions disappear each year Leaders sit high, dining on roast While the working-class folks scrape burnt toast [Prechorus] Shutdown, shutdown, spinning in a loop Families in the trenches, eating hope as soup THESE ARE THE LAST DAYS.....

The Shutdown Round PT1