Girard - Blood Money Lyrics

Blood Money

Verse 1: Deep in the shadows where the money flows,
Deals get made where the darkness grows.
(Stacks of green, )but the price is steep,
In the city of sin where the secrets creep.

Cruel eyes watch as the cash rains,
Power corrupts, feeding on the chains.
(Lies and deceit,) it's a deadly game,
In the land of greed, (every move is a claim.)

Pre-Chorus: Blood stains the dollars, power's grip tight,
In the dead of the night, (no wrong, just might.)
Silent whispers in the alleyway,
Sold your soul for a price, (there's no other way.)

Chorus: Blood money, blood money, staining the dream,
Creeping through the cracks, (tearing at the seams.)
Chasing the fortune, drowning in the pain,
In the darkness of greed, (it's all just the same.)

Verse 2: Chase the high, but the lows are grim,
In the heart of the beast, (where the lights grow dim.)
Silver tongues spinning webs of deceit,
In the world of the damned, (every soul's on repeat.)

Gold-plated sins, secrets under wraps,
In the empire of (shadows,) no one escapes.
Play the (game or be )played, that's the rule,
In the kingdom of vice, (don't be the fool.)

Pre-Chorus: Blood stains the dollars, power's grip tight,
In the dead of the night, no wrong, just might.
Silent whispers in the alleyway,
Sold your soul for a price, there's no other way.

Chorus: Blood money, blood money, staining the dream,
Creeping through the cracks, (tearing at the seams.)
Chasing the fortune, drowning in the pain,
In the darkness of greed,( it's all just the same.)

Bridge: Fortune's a ghost with a deadly embrace,
In the cold grip of power,( you can't escape.)
Every dollar's a dagger, (every deal's a trap,)
In the maze of corruption, there's no turning back.

Chorus: Blood money, blood money, staining the dream,
Creeping through the (cracks, )tearing at the seams.
Chasing the fortune,( drowning) in the pain,
In the darkness of greed, (it's all just the same.)

Outro: In the end, it's the blood that tells the tale,
Of a life wrapped in greed where the soul's frail.
Blood money, blood money, (the curse we embrace,)
In the shadow of wealth, there's no saving grace.