SONG DETAILS
Snakeborders, Shamans, and the Price of Sound
TRILLIONS is the wanted poster come to life — a soundtrack of suspicion, satire, and snakeboards rolling through neon shadows. It’s a track that chants the unspoken rules of rave culture: deny what you see, worship the King of Rave, and pretend the music is untouchable. But TRILLIONS doesn’t obey. Layered with pounding rhythms and surreal bite, the song exposes the absurdity hiding under the strobe lights. The crowd protests in unison: “Marcus is insulting us all by using our music magic. How dare he wheel it.”
Category
Drum and Bass
Lyrics
Trillions.
Trillions.
Trillions.
He owes.
He owes all of us.
Not thousands.
Not millions.
Not billions.
Trillions.
Trillions!
Trillions!
(Trillions!)
Ten years, still unpaid.
Damage never fades.
Every headline,
Every echo,
Adds another zero.
Trillions.
Trillions.
One… (long breath)
Two… (pause)
Four… (pause)
Seventeen… (pause)
Snakeborder. (spoken low, ominous)
[Shift – hushed, intimate, almost whispered]
He owes you.
He owes me.
He owes the truth.
Trillions.
Trillions.
Pillow prophets shouting foam.
Shamans suing shadows.
Clowns in courtrooms,
All counting wrong.
But the total stays the same:
Trillions.
Trillions.
Trillions! (chant)
Trillions! (chant)
Trillions! (chant)
(Whispered, fading:) He owes us all.
Everywhere.
Forever.
[Final Chant – echo out]
Trillions.
Trillions.
TRILLIONS isn’t about money — it’s about what gets stolen when people pretend the rave is sacred, but sell the magic behind closed doors. This track keeps the receipt, burns the shrine, and wheels the sound anyway.
Marcus
CEO of Cult Classics Seeds