Chorus You're on your knees for a digital crucifix, PUNK, Forged out of credit reports and bad circuits now. The whole damn tithe is just another automatic siphon, Pulling that filthy interest out of every grid-mile you crawl. Verse 1 A fat-lipped prophet whispers from the bank server, see? The chrome angels clocked in, oiled and blind. "Believe in the yield! Give thanks for the numbers!" The cyborg saints trading grace for a grind. Chorus (Reiteration) All that glitters is cheap gold dust, Will reduced to the trust that you'll always trust again. The cyborg pimps trading grace for a grind, When the whole damn engine stalls, what's left of us? Just gold dust... Just gold dust. Verse 2 Your value's just light—something you can't even smell or touch, Making every promise hollow and thin. A data-scroll running through the bad night, The core code is just broken, you can't win. Bridge Used to pay in blood, the real stuff, remember that? In diesel we rust, you see the scum? Now you just pay in clicks, you sad bastard, In diesel we rot, you can't escape the smell. Drum Solo Breakdown / Spoken The coins crash down like a handful of shrapnel on the concrete saints, Flesh reduced to the number on a cold, sick oil-rate printout. A miracle costs exactly what the data says you can bear, Survival's always on special, buyer beware of the price. Final Chorus / Outro All that glitters was cheap gold dust, Every tendon priced, every soul sold. Slipping through the hydraulic drain of us, Every truth bought, every god is cold. And when the whole damn system finally turns to ash, The bio-drive sputters, the bio-drive crash— And all that's left to trust in the end... Is dust.
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