Neuronchaser. War Crypt0

Yeah, they call it business, they call it profit and gain,
But every bullet sold is another life in the drain.
Injustice running deep through the system we maintain,
While the old men in suits are counting up their gain.

They sell the fire, they trade in blood and pain,
Building their empires on somebody's grave.
"Whose blood is redder?" — that's the game they play,
Divide and conquer, keep the people in their chains.

No hope in the morning, no peace at night,
Just the sound of sirens and the flash of light.
Children are crying, mothers are praying,
While the dealers laughing, their pockets staying...

Welcome to the war crypt, buried deep in the ground,
Where the silence screams and the lost are found.
Bullets made the verdict, justice lost the case,
In the war crypt, nobody finds their grace.
In the war crypt...

Sell the guns, sell the hate, sell another dream,
Empire built on suffering, that's the simple scheme.
Hoarding cash for a future nobody can see,
While the veterans begging on the streets for relief.

Fiery streets burning, innocent blood spills,
Politicians smiling while the system kills.
Vile transactions in the dark of the night,
Crusted over conscience, lost the moral fight.

It's a cycle of despair, a never-ending storm,
From the battlefields of old to the cities where we're born.
The crypt keeps filling up with names we'll never know,
And the ones who pull the strings will never let it go.

Blood on the money bills, blood on the floor,
Blood in the water and blood by the door.
Whose blood is redder? Tell me, can you choose?
Every drop is crimson, every life can lose.

No more pretending, no more closing eyes,
Open up the history, see through all the lies.
The war crypt keeps expanding, filling to the brim,
Are you part of the problem or are you part of him?

Welcome to the war crypt, where the truth stays buried deep,
Where the powerful profit and the powerless weep.
Bullets made the verdict, money bought the crown,
In the war crypt, the truth is never found.
In the war crypt...

Yeah... check it...
They built this system on a foundation of pain,
Selling us the fiction while we're going insane.
But the crypt keeps calling, the dead keep speaking,
And the revolution's coming — it's only just beginning...

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Yeah... they call it Business!, they call it Profit! and gain,
But every bullet sold is another life in the drain.
Injustice running deep through the system we maintain,
While the old men in suits are counting up their gain.
.
They sell the fire, they trade in blood and pain,
Building their empires on somebody's grave.
"Whose blood is redder?" — that's the game they play,
Divide and conquer, keep the people in their chains.
.
No hope in the morning, no peace at night,
Just the sound of sirens and the flash of light.
Children are crying, mothers are praying,
While the dealers laughing, their pockets staying...
.
Welcome to the war crypt, buried deep in the ground,
Where the silence screams and the lost are found.
Bullets made the verdict, justice lost the case,
In the war crypt, nobody finds their grace.
In the war crypt... (x2)
.
Sell the guns, sell the hate, sell another dream,
Empire built on suffering, that's the non-moral scheme.
Hoarding money for a future nobody can see,
While the veterans begging on the streets for relief.
.
Fiery streets burning, innocent blood spills,
Politicians smiling while the system kills.
Vile transactions in the dark of the night,
Crusted over conscience, lost the moral fight.
.
It's a cycle of despair, a never-ending storm,
From the battlefields of old to the cities where we're born.
The crypt keeps filling up with names we'll never know,
And the ones who pull the strings will never let it go.
.
Blood! on the crypto bills, blood! on the floor,
Blood! in the water and blood! by the door.
Whose blood! is Redder!? TELL ME... BRO, tell me, can you choose?
Every drop is crimson, every life can lose...
.
No more pretending, no more closing eyes,
Open up the history, see through all the lies.
The war crypt keeps expanding, filling to the brim,
Are you part of the problem or are you part of him?
.
Welcome to the war crypt, where the truth stays buried deep,
Where the powerful profit and the powerless weep.
Bullets made the verdict, money bought the crown,
In the war crypt, the truth is never found.
In the war crypt... (x2)
.
Yeah... check it...
They built this system on a foundation of pain,
Selling us the fiction while we're going insane.
But the crypt keeps calling, the dead keep speaking,
And the Revolution's coming! — It's only just beginning...


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Yeah... another day, another coin$... or another bullet$.
They call it progre$$. I call it a damn $hame.
Li$ten.


Yo, the world's gone bloody, fiery, vile
Every corner you turn, a brand new style
Of misery, of pain, of a broken smile
Living life crusted, burned-out, hopeless for a while
They preach about the future, a golden age they chase
But all I see is ruin, a desperate, empty space
Got the old folks counting pennies, saving for their final race
To sell, destroy, hoard money for a bleak old age.
Yeah, they buildin' empires on a foundation of decay
Selling off our futures, just to get paid today
What's the real currency, what's the price we gotta pay?
Is it trade or the mirage of war? Arms trade!

Whose blood runs redder — a question with no answer!
The rich get richer, the poor get cancer
From the fallout, the fear, the constant danger
Bullets have won... yeah, the truth is stark and starker
Welcome to the war crypt, where souls are bought and sold
Every promise broken, every story left untold
In this concrete jungle, where the spirit turns so cold
Just another pawn in the game, bought and sold.

See the propaganda machine, spewing lies on repeat
Feeding the divisions, making victory sound so sweet
But behind closed doors, it's a different kind of feat
Arms trade booming, while the innocent meet defeat.
They talk of freedom, of justice, of a land so grand
But the chains are just invisible, held by a greedy hand
Every conflict manufactured, a puppet show across the land
Whose blood runs redder? We'll never understand!
They profit from the chaos, from the tears and the despair
While we bury our loved ones, breathing poisoned air
This ain't no game, this is a nightmare we all share
Bullets have won... leaving nothing but a vacant stare.

Whose blood runs redder — a question with no answer!
The rich get richer, the poor get cancer
From the fallout, the fear, the constant danger
Bullets have won... yeah, the truth is stark and starker
Welcome to the war crypt, where souls are bought and sold
Every promise broken, every story left untold
In this concrete jungle, where the spirit turns so cold
Just another pawn in the game, bought and sold.

They build their towers, they gleam with wealth and might
But the shadows they cast are long, consuming all the light
We're trapped in this cycle, fighting day and night
For a glimpse of freedom, a chance to make things right.
But the system's rigged, the dice are loaded, it's a fact
And the only language they understand is the recoil and the impact.


The war crypt.
Where the silence screams louder than any bomb.
Where the coin is king, and humanity's a pawn.
When will it end?
When will we wake up?
...Or are we already too far gone?
Yeah... too far gone.