Tin Gods

Look in their hollow eyes — no soul, just a cold calculation,
Fake idols demanding our faith while they taxing the nation.
We praying to statues that's molded from cheapest alloy,
While they dividing our world, treating life like a toy.
Tin gods standing tall on a pedestal built out of lies,
Preaching the rules of the game while the innocent dies.
I see right through the foil, through the cheap little shine,
Every word from the podium is crossing the line.
They pulling the strings, playing roulette with our fate,
Trying to lock up our minds in a prison of hate.

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Tin gods, you blind kings ruling over the void,
You traded the sky for your power, left visions destroyed.
Your crowns gonna melt in the fire that burns in our chest,
Every fake empire will fall when it's put to the test.
You hear how the streets start to beat? That's our new manifesto,
We stripping the plastic and tin from your stolen up ghetto.


Brothers are dying for scripts written by fools in the suites,
Truth is concealed in the shells, buried beneath the deceits.
I won't bow down to the metal that melts in the very first fire,
Today my mind is a razor, I don't need a gun for hire.
We trapped in the system, but this is the start of the clash,
My lyrics are more than just rhymes, they hit like a flash.
They printing out laws just like bullets to spread out their fear,
But their fabricated reality is starting to clear.
I'm breaking right out of the matrix of slumber and chains,
Tearing the locks off the foundation built on our pains.


Don't trust what they speak, they hiding the poison in sweet.
He who stays quiet and watches will face a defeat.
The tin-soldier army will crumble from only one spark,
The truth always stands with the rebel who walks through the dark.

Припев
Tin gods, you blind kings ruling over the void,
You traded the sky for your power, left visions destroyed.
Your crowns gonna melt in the fire that burns in our chest,
Every fake empire will fall when it's put to the test.
You hear how the streets start to beat? That's our new manifesto,
We stripping the plastic and tin from your stolen up ghetto.


They're nothing but tin... Just pawns on an old wooden board.
Their power is only the fear that we chose to afford.
Time's gonna melt 'em all down when the century turns.
All that remains is the will and the fire that burns.