Blood Money

© 2025, DistroKid. All rights reserved. NeckbeardSlayer, Metal Lair. All hail the dead makers And shakers of currency Enter the times of insistent waves While scars of greed flourish Nourished in perversity Give in to the rhythm of annihilation Get down We are moving in circles of tyranny Pushed back down in body bags Ready to lie Caught back in the bloodstream without remedy Stake my claim into the veins of time Here come the ground breakers The takers of sanity Seek your deformed destiny Caught in the signs of deleted worlds You'll never believe until they come to you The takers of souls Lower than righteous foreign hands We are moving in circles of tyranny Pushed back down in body bags Ready to lie Caught back in the bloodstream without remedy Stuck in this system where the numbers cling Cynical blood money turns another pin Another paper-pusher coldly flicks the engine Locks fall in place Soul eclipses the skin We are the dead And we shall rise again