[Verse 1] They paved the sky with private planes Count their coins like falling rain We drink rust from broken pipes They sip time like vintage wine Glitter mansions on the hill Down below We foot the bill Scrolling through their perfect lives While the ocean slowly dies [Chorus] Gold-plated guillotine Hanging over everything They dance on a world they’re bleeding dry You can feel the fault line Shaking under every lie How much can they take before it bites? Gold-plated guillotine Shining in their party lights [Verse 2] They buy laws and sell the truth Dress up greed and call it “fruit” Throw us crumbs Then call it grace While they auction off our space They turn forests into flames Tattoo brand names on our brains We are numbers on their screen They stay scrubbed We stay unclean [Chorus] [Bridge] [bass and drums up front Tight groove] Silk suit Dirty hands [call] Who signed the hit on the land? [response] They did They did Black card Empty soul [call] Who turned the blue into coal? [response] They did They did [spoken Half-laughed] You hear that rhythm in the street? That’s the sound of tired feet Trading fear for gasoline A little funk in the guillotine [crescendo Guitars and synths slam back in] [Chorus]
