Stacks of green, dripping venom through the cracks, Turning streets into veins where the hope retracts. Golden thrones built on backs that never break, Rich feeding on the dreams the poor can’t remake. We count the hours, they hoard the days, Coins bleed rust while the paper frays. What’s the cost of a life in chains? When the feast is ours, but we bear the pain. Feeding on empty, the banquet of the blind, Gold-plated hunger, devouring mankind. A fortune built on shadows, a happiness untrue, The rich eat the poor, and they’re coming for you. Glass towers scrape the sky, but the ground feels cold, Bloodlines bought, as every soul gets sold. We fight for crumbs while they dine in excess, Trading lives for greed, leaving nothing but a mess. We count the hours, they hoard the days, Coins bleed rust while the paper frays. What’s the cost of a life in chains? When the feast is ours, but we bear the pain. Feeding on empty, the banquet of the blind, Gold-plated hunger, devouring mankind. A fortune built on shadows, a happiness untrue, The rich eat the poor, and they’re coming for you. Behind their wealth, a vault of despair, Hollow echoes of lives stripped bare. Diamonds forged in the pressure of cries, While the feast of greed claims its prize. We count the hours, they hoard the days, Coins bleed rust while the paper frays. What’s the cost of a life in chains? When the feast is ours, but we bear the pain. Feeding on empty, the banquet of the blind, Gold-plated hunger, devouring mankind. A fortune built on shadows, a happiness untrue, The rich eat the poor, and they’re coming for you. Coming for you. Coming for you.
