[intro: slow, menacing riff with heavy bass] They dangle your dreams like gold in your hand, A mirage on the edge of a dying... land. Smiling wide as they let you climb high, [pause] Just so they can watch you wish that you'd die. [heavy drum beat and scream on "you'd die"] [chorus: growling vocals, pounding drums] Nice things only bleed; they were never yours to keep. In the hands of a thief, who laughs while you weep. The harder you rage, the deeper the cut— Even if you win, the system’s set to gut. [bridge: guitar solo, fierce and haunting, heavy drums] Every gift’s got teeth, wrapped in chains, Sweet honey poison coursing through veins. You break every rule, scream till you burn, But they stand back, waiting your turn. [chorus: repeat with brutal intensity] Nice things only bleed; they were never yours to keep. In the hands of a thief, who laughs while you weep. The harder you rage, the deeper the cut— Even if you win, the whole world’s set to gut. [outro: vocals fade to a haunting whisper] So rage if you dare, rebel to the core, But they know the score, they’ve rigged it before. And don't you doubt, they'll rig it some more. Nice things only hurt when they tear them away— Leave you gutted, and sick with dismay. And their final win is when you refuse [pause] to still play. [final note: abrupt silence, leaving only echoing distortion]