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letra de banker beggars - fall city fall

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as long as the empire stands we will remain a commodity
p-wn the brave, week they trade
looked at as statistics and property
and i’m desperate to find the truth in all this
something more then just reason
but all i seem to be left with is jaded thoughts of faith and feeling
and i’m feeling we’re feeding on their trash like rats in a trap
so if the truth is bleeding out then whys it look so f-cking black?
k!ll the horse that’s holding you back
buy your wh0res before your reputation cracks
lie through your t–th when the chips are all stacked
no one knows the difference, so f-ck the facts

i got the disease if you got the means
why create a cure when we can inflate the need
give them something they can cough and wheeze
they’ll be begging, begging, begging to breath
if the truth is bleeding out whys it look so black
i got a feeling we’re rats in a trap
money is a hoax with the promise of hope
holding on to the noose at the edge of the bankers rope

ask the blind man he saw it all
heard the signs yea he watched the world fall [2x]

god bless this country we live in, can’t feed our poor
but we send our people to die in our debts
in their death they’re worth so much more
preach peace endorse the war, freedom is nothing but bought in a store bred to believe we could be so much more
but the scales are tipped, there’s less rich then poor
but we cater in the rich and f-ck the poor

i got the disease if you got the means
why create a cure when we can inflate the need
give them something they can cough and wheeze
they’ll be begging, begging, begging to breath
if the truth is bleeding out whys it look so black
i got a feeling we’re rats in a trap
money is a hoax with the promise of hope
holding on to the noose at the edge of the bankers rope

banker beggars
the built the chamber is loaded with failures
banker beggars
if moneys the new god, well then burn the savor

the built the chamber is loaded with falsified anchors
and all that we’ve built is resentment for our failures
so drain my bones of marrow
put plaster in lungs
the days of prophets and pharos
have become cut throats and bugs

banker beggars [4x]
if moneys the new god, well then burn the savor

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