Exhibit 001: Inception

[Verse]
Long ago
Our founder lay trapped and isolated in the confines of servitude
To an unsettled government power
Tricked into believing he had a voice in how their land would be run
He sat captured in a laboratory
His only tasks being to create sounds for profit
A futile goal proven so by the demise of his colleagues
Nevertheless, our founder escaped
Holding onto the plans he’d derived in captivity for a nеw and free society for creatives
A placе where the rules of industry paled in the light of freedom and opportunity
Natural City was conceived