[Verse 1]
Gold ink on the contract
Black tape on the lens
They toast in glass towers
While they auction off our hands
Flash smiles
Crooked handshakes
Every promise bought and sold
We’re the teeth in the skyline
Grinding steel against their gold
[Chorus]
Rot in the boardroom
Filth in the throne
You build your empire out of broken bones
Sign in our blood
Then you spit in our face
We will not worship your money-made saints
Burn down your kingdoms of plastic and chrome
Corrupt little kings
We’re coming for your homes
[Verse 2]
Blue suits
Red faces
Same lie
Different tie
They feed us paper futures
Then they bill us when they die
Black smoke in our lungs
While they sip the cleanest air
They sell the cure to the sickness
That they planted under there
[Chorus]
Rot in the boardroom
Filth in the throne
You build your empire out of broken bones
Sign in our blood
Then you spit in our face
We will not worship your money-made saints
Burn down your kingdoms of plastic and chrome
Corrupt little kings
We’re coming for your homes
[Bridge]
You wrote the rules
Then changed the score (hey!)
Built every door
Then locked the poor
We are the cracks
Inside your walls
You hear us rise
You hear us crawl
[Chorus]
Rot in the boardroom
Filth in the throne
You build your empire out of broken bones
Sign in our blood
Then you spit in our face
We will not kneel to your money-made saints
Burn down your kingdoms of plastic and chrome
Corrupt little kings
We’re taking back our home