Trade a small silver cup
For thousands of lives
The shine of metal in your eyes
Puts you out, hypnotized
You made a false song out of people’s cries
History is more than just white lies
Rebel, revolt
Burn the whole thing down
Then we’ll build it together back up from ground
Weighed down in gold
Your mouth’s too full
Won’t speak your mind
When you’re paid to do what you’re told
The blindfold’s on but your mask won’t fit
And now you’re chained to where you sit
What we once called hopes and dreams
Are replaced by your muffled screams
I paved the streets that you use myself
I killed your boss and I gave back his wealth
I look good in a black mask and skirt
CEO blood running all down my shirt