[Verse 1] [Verse 1] I keep my lens clean, still the picture looks stained, Every side got a sermon; every hand got a chain. Flags in the frame, but the move is old same, Laundering cash from the pieces of brain. One bloc wants order, another wants sway, Some pawns got drunk on the powers - they slay I’m not blind to the wounds, or the lies that they spray, Another sharp mind in the game, they can't play. [Pre-Chorus] Who gets fed, who gets led? Who gets praised when the body count’s read? I see lips say peace, but the boots say more, And the map keeps folding to the same old war. [Chorus] younger faces - same old fams playing miserable games for the thirst for power's higher never ever satisfying We dont even have to die-yin to acknowledge hellishcramps Behind the scenes - cruel petty trends [Verse 2] My land is exhausted in heart of the storm, The neighbour's tzar failing - not dead yet - luke-warm Jumping and jerking - his fate is well-known Karma's a bitch - when time comes.... To pay back ... for the loan! World leaders showing severe concerns Feasting on sorrows, back to the bonesLea Small fish's concerned till it is devastated Kiddos are just fantasmagoriated Aid given (cancelled then) freely as loan ammo parade for the swampian clone, Europe enforces "full sanctions cascade" States grew back some greatness on immigrants' hate. NATO, ehhrrr, is of familar seems HAving lost for us its meaning it seems 4 letters separately or together won't change geopolitical weather Eastern world leader is eyeing the trade, Middeterrainian cards being played For every nouvorish "gathering stars" Millions got injured and stigmastised with war scars [Pre-Chorus] Who gets fed, who gets led? Who gets praised when the body count’s read? I see lips say peace, but the boots say more, And the map keeps folding to the same old war. [Chorus] younger faces - same old fams playing miserable games for the thirst for power's higher never ever satisfying We dont even have to die-yin to acknowledge hellishcramps Behind the scenes - cruel petty trends [Bridge] And I’m not fronting, I don’t buy their saints, Every power sells “care” with a polished restraint. I can point to the bruises, I can count the cost, But the names get smothered when the loud ones boast. Dirty game, same name [Chorus] I see the chessboard, I see the blame Dirty game, same name Everybody’s clean hiding from the light of flame [Chorus]
