Lords in the citadel, sitting on gold like criminals
Minting the minimal, making our days feel pitiful
Selling us dreams, schemes cynically clinical
While we're stuck in ritual, just residual, cynical
Life's transactional, passion gets fractional
Tyrannical tactics, it's tragically practical
They're stacking stacks, high-impact on collateral
While we crawl through the cracks of this capital castle wall
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
Round and round, we're bound in dust
Chained to the paper they claim is trust
Parliament puppets, plush pockets parade
Spin tales in charades, getting paid while they raid
Echoes of"change" strange theater displayed
But they're staid, caged in the ways they portrayed
Broken cycles spiral, locked tight in their coils
Toil in the soil for their wealth as it boils
Their coffers overflow, while we drown in the spoils
They poison the wells, watch us burn for the oil
Money-mad, maxed on collateral
While we crawl through the cracks of this capital castle wall
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
If dollars are doctrines, who's here to preach?
Is there freedom to reach in the lines that they teach?
Sign your name on the dotted breach
Values hollowed beneath profit's speech
They promise salvation, but fees fill the scripts
Interest in debt, they take cuts off the tips
Hard-earned wages they shave with their grips
As we labor in ships made of silicon chips
Coins like the chains on our names and our aims
Games played daily, claim stakes to our pain
Veins run dry from a lifetime of strain
And they're counting our lives in stock market gains
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
Round and round, we're bound in dust
Chained to the paper they claim is trust
So what's freedom worth, in this empire of coins?
When do we speak, break the lines they've coined?
Do we rise from the grind, or fall to our knees
Counting the cost of their currencies?
Architects Of Eden - Gold Chains Lyrics
Architects Of Eden - Gold Chains Lyrics
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Lords in the citadel, sitting on gold like criminals
Minting the minimal, making our days feel pitiful
Selling us dreams, schemes cynically clinical
While we're stuck in ritual, just residual, cynical
Life's transactional, passion gets fractional
Tyrannical tactics, it's tragically practical
They're stacking stacks, high-impact on collateral
While we crawl through the cracks of this capital castle wall
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
Round and round, we're bound in dust
Chained to the paper they claim is trust
Parliament puppets, plush pockets parade
Spin tales in charades, getting paid while they raid
Echoes of"change" strange theater displayed
But they're staid, caged in the ways they portrayed
Broken cycles spiral, locked tight in their coils
Toil in the soil for their wealth as it boils
Their coffers overflow, while we drown in the spoils
They poison the wells, watch us burn for the oil
Money-mad, maxed on collateral
While we crawl through the cracks of this capital castle wall
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
If dollars are doctrines, who's here to preach?
Is there freedom to reach in the lines that they teach?
Sign your name on the dotted breach
Values hollowed beneath profit's speech
They promise salvation, but fees fill the scripts
Interest in debt, they take cuts off the tips
Hard-earned wages they shave with their grips
As we labor in ships made of silicon chips
Coins like the chains on our names and our aims
Games played daily, claim stakes to our pain
Veins run dry from a lifetime of strain
And they're counting our lives in stock market gains
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
Round and round, we're bound in dust
Chained to the paper they claim is trust
So what's freedom worth, in this empire of coins?
When do we speak, break the lines they've coined?
Do we rise from the grind, or fall to our knees
Counting the cost of their currencies?
Minting the minimal, making our days feel pitiful
Selling us dreams, schemes cynically clinical
While we're stuck in ritual, just residual, cynical
Life's transactional, passion gets fractional
Tyrannical tactics, it's tragically practical
They're stacking stacks, high-impact on collateral
While we crawl through the cracks of this capital castle wall
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
Round and round, we're bound in dust
Chained to the paper they claim is trust
Parliament puppets, plush pockets parade
Spin tales in charades, getting paid while they raid
Echoes of"change" strange theater displayed
But they're staid, caged in the ways they portrayed
Broken cycles spiral, locked tight in their coils
Toil in the soil for their wealth as it boils
Their coffers overflow, while we drown in the spoils
They poison the wells, watch us burn for the oil
Money-mad, maxed on collateral
While we crawl through the cracks of this capital castle wall
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
If dollars are doctrines, who's here to preach?
Is there freedom to reach in the lines that they teach?
Sign your name on the dotted breach
Values hollowed beneath profit's speech
They promise salvation, but fees fill the scripts
Interest in debt, they take cuts off the tips
Hard-earned wages they shave with their grips
As we labor in ships made of silicon chips
Coins like the chains on our names and our aims
Games played daily, claim stakes to our pain
Veins run dry from a lifetime of strain
And they're counting our lives in stock market gains
Money-mad masters, cast curses in clusters
Numbers and nerves where compassion combusts us
Round and round, we're bound in dust
Chained to the paper they claim is trust
So what's freedom worth, in this empire of coins?
When do we speak, break the lines they've coined?
Do we rise from the grind, or fall to our knees
Counting the cost of their currencies?
Writer: Andrew Denker, Tina Denker
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Architects Of Eden
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Andrew Denker, Tina Denker