Across Europe more than a million homes are missing. Working hands wait in endless queues while cities of light are traded on contracts of gold. The song begins quietly, on a single acoustic guitar, like footsteps in an empty stairwell.
Lyrics
One point four million doors locked tight
Vacancy swallowing city light
Waiting lists fossilize in queues
For a door, a key, a fate to lose
Speculators hold the deed
Mortar and brick serve their greed
TAKLÖSA! Working hands locked out in the cold
TAKLÖSA! Cities of light on contracts of gold
Wages devoured by investors' stake
Whole lives queued for shelter's sake
The bank owns grandma's final flat
A life boxed up, a ledger fat
Skylines climbing on rented spines
Vacancy dressed in vacancy signs
Every viewing staged and cold
Home condensed to landlord's gold
Every rejection letter reads: "Congratulations to the lucky few"
A whole life queuing in the bureaucratic zoo
Bid. Buy. Evict. Repeat. Bid. Buy. Evict. Repeat.
TAKLÖSA! Working hands locked out in the cold
TAKLÖSA! Cities of light on contracts of gold
Wages devoured by investors' stake
Whole lives queued for shelter's sake
Taklös... (footsteps echo, growing distant, then silence)
Credits
Guitars, bass, drums and vocals performed and recorded by Servant of Insanity.
Violin, strings and synths: AI-assisted arrangement, edited by Servant of Insanity.
Produced, mixed and mastered by Servant of Insanity.