Currency flows through electric streets
Feeding the avenues opportunity
Visionaries plans
Perched aloft the mechanized unity

Look down towards Pershing Square
Time is told with golden arms

Blue knights on pale horses
Directing the river, the river of souls
Liquidity is the aim
Propaganda preserved in scrolls

Equity of flesh reserves
Heads down, march to the underworld

Merkurius Gilded
Beneficial is he to himself
Merkurius Gildеd
Man is the artist of his fortune
Apex of commеrce
Electric current itself

Times change, agenda remains
Shaping the river's future by knight
And bury the free minds with light
Forty Second Street, whore of gains
This golden valve is our eternal tomb
Imperator Caduceus Aeternum