Drown In Silver
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Drown In Silver
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Tell me how much you sell your soul for?
Blood for gold. Gold for control. Now you are the slave of a rotten world
Playing to be god without knowing the truth. Waiting for the sacks to be full
Boiling oil for every lie. You will be forgiven when the seas are filled with your tears of blood
False and poisoned satisfactions. Spreading like an infection
Keep filling your pockets with coins and you will sink into the immense ocean where no one can save you. There is no hope in your green eyes, your heart beats slower and slower. Your lungs drown in silver
Would you let him die for a gold bullion? Would you let him fall into the void in exchange for false happiness?
Your death and your misery frees us from slavery. You were blind and you did not want to listen. You thought the world was yours but the world owns you
Drown
In
Silver
The scale is now even
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