It's neither gold nor silver
It's neither black nor white
You can neither touch it
Nor can you feel it.
They call it bitcoin
The experts say it's the future of money
They say it's the fortress
That will save the world
Other experts call it a scam
Some even say that it's a ponzi scheme
That pays the the early arrivers
With the sweat and blood of the latecomers.
They say that bitcoin is dead
But they cannot show us its grave
They say that bitcoin is worthless
But they buy the dip.
They can say anything
They can report all the lies
We know that the future has arrived in chariots
This time, on the wings of bitcoin.