Blood Money
The walls are closing in,
The gears turn faster.
The department of entropy turns up
With a new line of identities you can't resist,
So you sell your body bit by bit
'til you cease to exist.
Ooooooh,
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
Your head's a capsule that
The throne enforces.
More obsessed with order than with love.
It's a viral ideology we don't talk about
So the thoughts you never reckon with
Don't claw their way back out.
We don't really care
What you say or do, yeah
We are multitudes and there's just one of you.
I don't really care
Who you think you are.
You're money's worth less than
Your blood to us, by far.
Ooooooh,
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
Mother of exiles,
We're still here and yearning.
Building up the fortunes of the rich.
While the "wretched" that you beckoned
All get locked away,
Does this new kind of colossus
Not have anything to say?
We don't really care
What you say or do, yeah
We are multitudes and there's just one of you.
I don't really care
Who you think you are.
You're money's worth less than
Your blood to us, by far.
And now their money's got complete control of you,
Infecting everything you think or say or do.
Yeah no their money's got complete control of you,
Infecting everything you think or say,
Everything you think or say,
Everything you think or say or do!
The gears turn faster.
The department of entropy turns up
With a new line of identities you can't resist,
So you sell your body bit by bit
'til you cease to exist.
Ooooooh,
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
Your head's a capsule that
The throne enforces.
More obsessed with order than with love.
It's a viral ideology we don't talk about
So the thoughts you never reckon with
Don't claw their way back out.
We don't really care
What you say or do, yeah
We are multitudes and there's just one of you.
I don't really care
Who you think you are.
You're money's worth less than
Your blood to us, by far.
Ooooooh,
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
Mother of exiles,
We're still here and yearning.
Building up the fortunes of the rich.
While the "wretched" that you beckoned
All get locked away,
Does this new kind of colossus
Not have anything to say?
We don't really care
What you say or do, yeah
We are multitudes and there's just one of you.
I don't really care
Who you think you are.
You're money's worth less than
Your blood to us, by far.
And now their money's got complete control of you,
Infecting everything you think or say or do.
Yeah no their money's got complete control of you,
Infecting everything you think or say,
Everything you think or say,
Everything you think or say or do!
Credits
Writer(s): David Edward Hanon V, Shawn Andrew Stafford, Steven Grant Marshall
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