Time s Price

[Verse 1]
Once metal was nothing but a sign,
A bridge between bread, the water, the wine.
But people raised temples of gold to the sky,
And bow to the numbers that rule their lives.

In their glitter, dreams and faces fade,
Every strike of the golden chains
Becomes a song in the hollow cities,
Where even children’s souls are for sale.

[Chorus]
Money’s just a means, not a throne, not a shrine,
It won’t ever save you from the end of time.
And if you’re living just to worship their glow—
You’re already chained, already their slave.

A slave…

You’re already their slave!

[Verse 2]
The windows are shining like suns in the sand,
But each step you take is a trick, a scam.
You’re craving for freedom, but drowning in schemes,
Where every choice is already sold and sealed.

In this faceless race, the meaning is lost,
Where value is measured by a number cold.
And happiness feels like a ghost you can’t hold,
A prize for a soul already sold.

[Chorus]
Money’s just a means, not a throne, not a shrine,
It won’t ever save you from the end of time.
And if you’re living just to worship their glow—
You’re already chained, already their slave.

A slave…

You’re already their slave!

[Verse 3]
Money’s no goal, it’s only a key,
It can open a door—or lock your dreams.
You choose yourself where the road will turn:
To love the empty, or the love to burn.

If in your hands there’s a fire of greed,
It will scorch your heart, your time, your need.
But if it’s just a tool in your hand,
You can still return to who you really am.

[Bridge]
You can’t buy the sunset, the breath of the wind,
You can’t buy the shiver when arms pull you in.
And if you weigh life only in gold—
You’ll lose the meaning, the minutes, the soul.

[Final Chorus]
Money is dust that flies into the dark,
It won’t ever save your soul or your heart.
And if you raised it as fate in your veins—
You doomed yourself to be their slave.

A slave!

You doomed yourself to be their slave!