Gold dust falls On stolen ground Silk-wrapped lies Make no sound Shadows bloom Where towers rise Hunger hides Behind their eyes Marble floors Cold as bone Feeding thrones They call their own Every deal Cuts the air Every smile A sharpened snare The powerful Wear their clothes Stitched from lives They never chose They bend the world And twist it down Their poisoned crowns Still weigh them down Overlords Feeding on the weak Building kingdoms On the backs they seek Overlords Dripping blood and gold Every quiet truth Is a story sold Secret rooms Where whispers bleed Greed rewrites What people need Silver tongues Shape the fate Of every locked And gated state Iron gates Guard their night While the voiceless Lose their light Every law A loaded hand Every promise Shifting sand Overlords Cold and clear Pulling strings No one can hear They thrive in shadows Where truth is thin Turning broken futures Into profit’s grin Overlords Feeding on the weak Building kingdoms On the backs they seek [Sudden Break] Overlords Dripping blood and gold Every quiet truth Is a story sold
