Cobbler Coins drip like blood from shaking hands
Children choke on golden dreams and promised lands
We're vultures circling diamond mines, trading heartbeats for dollar signs
Mother Nature's screaming, but we close our eyes
In the church of rusted nails, we trade flesh for fairy tales
Ripping wings from butterflies to sell their flight back to the sky
Our children's hearts beat melodies, drowned out by our treasuries
Wonder who we'll blame this time, when Eden's burning down the line
Build your towers on breaking backs, paint your margins with body bags
The stock market rises like a funeral pyre, while we dance around the fire
Selling pieces of our souls for higher
In the church of rusted nails, we trade flesh for fairy tales
Ripping wings from butterflies to sell their flight back to the sky
Our children's hearts beat melodies, drowned out by our treasuries
Wonder who we'll blame this time, when Eden's burning down the line
I've seen prophets turn to prostitutes, when gold came knocking at their door
Watch mothers sell their daughters' futures for one more hit or more, more, more
We keep feeding in the soup, with our children's bones
While the rich man's laughter echoes, through our hollow homes
History's just a loop of golden nooses, that we keep wrapping around our throats
Thinking this time we won't lose this, game where everything hurts
But we never learn, we never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
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Cobbler Coins drip like blood from shaking hands
Children choke on golden dreams and promised lands
We're vultures circling diamond mines, trading heartbeats for dollar signs
Mother Nature's screaming, but we close our eyes
In the church of rusted nails, we trade flesh for fairy tales
Ripping wings from butterflies to sell their flight back to the sky
Our children's hearts beat melodies, drowned out by our treasuries
Wonder who we'll blame this time, when Eden's burning down the line
Build your towers on breaking backs, paint your margins with body bags
The stock market rises like a funeral pyre, while we dance around the fire
Selling pieces of our souls for higher
In the church of rusted nails, we trade flesh for fairy tales
Ripping wings from butterflies to sell their flight back to the sky
Our children's hearts beat melodies, drowned out by our treasuries
Wonder who we'll blame this time, when Eden's burning down the line
I've seen prophets turn to prostitutes, when gold came knocking at their door
Watch mothers sell their daughters' futures for one more hit or more, more, more
We keep feeding in the soup, with our children's bones
While the rich man's laughter echoes, through our hollow homes
History's just a loop of golden nooses, that we keep wrapping around our throats
Thinking this time we won't lose this, game where everything hurts
But we never learn, we never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
Children choke on golden dreams and promised lands
We're vultures circling diamond mines, trading heartbeats for dollar signs
Mother Nature's screaming, but we close our eyes
In the church of rusted nails, we trade flesh for fairy tales
Ripping wings from butterflies to sell their flight back to the sky
Our children's hearts beat melodies, drowned out by our treasuries
Wonder who we'll blame this time, when Eden's burning down the line
Build your towers on breaking backs, paint your margins with body bags
The stock market rises like a funeral pyre, while we dance around the fire
Selling pieces of our souls for higher
In the church of rusted nails, we trade flesh for fairy tales
Ripping wings from butterflies to sell their flight back to the sky
Our children's hearts beat melodies, drowned out by our treasuries
Wonder who we'll blame this time, when Eden's burning down the line
I've seen prophets turn to prostitutes, when gold came knocking at their door
Watch mothers sell their daughters' futures for one more hit or more, more, more
We keep feeding in the soup, with our children's bones
While the rich man's laughter echoes, through our hollow homes
History's just a loop of golden nooses, that we keep wrapping around our throats
Thinking this time we won't lose this, game where everything hurts
But we never learn, we never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
We never f*cking learn
Writer: Alvis Collins II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid