Coins

They trade you , like you belong to them

            Think that they own,….

Nothing matters, wrong or right,

            Right or wrong , cause they don’t care

They want to take with, all this treasure, this filth,

            Set up their tombstones on coins..

Coins, which buy, Coins that sell…

            Coins my friend would put you through hell

Stringed puppets, they preside over

            Naïve, we are, we don’t even know

 Trap is set, the moment we are born..

            Life long at their mercy then..

Put up by us , to the power, to the throne.

            Power that turns them Blind.

Turn to leaches, they fuck up our lives.

            Born equal, But unequal we perish..

They want to take with, all this treasure, this filth,

            Set up their tombstones on coins..

Coins, which buy, Coins that sell…

            Coins my friend would put you through hell