Money(Gothic Funk, Hobocop, Cosmic Keanu)VIDEO AVAILABLE🎥 by HOBOCOP

Watch the video On YouTube!! https://youtu.be/45vI5icluCU Gothic Funk - Open Collaboration https://soundcloud.com/gothic-funk/from-ukraine-with-love-open-collaboration-5?si=af01983de586454793e8a73638d6f9e4&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing Vocals & Lyrics by Soundcloud.com/cosmic_Keanu and Hobocop Art by Cosmic Keanu Lyrics: Here we are, lost in haze In an endless concrete maze Working for our enslavement nature giving way to pavement Turn our back on truth Our convenience is now a prison Sold lies of a better tomorrow Consumed by greed, promises hollow Money's your God now Hungry ghosts wail and moan Believed the lies they were shown Mouths agape at parlor tricks Pied pipers’ lead to the river Styx Forgot everything that’s come before Bathed in the manufactured glow Consuming all of our attention cradle to grave their sole intention We never take the time to ask Who profits from our pain and lack We watch others fall through the cracks Our morals no longer intact Black mirrors sell a vision Improve our fallen condition $19.99 for the golden calf It’s half-off, better act fast Slip down the evolutionary ladder Brains shrink with each misstep Sell our souls to get our kicks How many skeletons got rich quick Money's your God now You can have it all Did you think that it was free? Babylon built brick by brick Bad decisions wall us in Search for the escape hatch buried beneath mounds of scratch We’ve reached critical mass No attention span left to ask Why the foundation is so cracked Tipping point has been surpassed Life valued less than common cents Even our bodies have been lent Ones and zeroes decide our fate Plastic identity, totally fake Sign on the dotted line Everything goes, name your price Puppets dangle from golden threads Souls gone, hearts of lead Money's your God now You can have it all Did you think that it was... Never enough to feed the beast Consumes all for its feast Never stops, feeds and feeds Belly bloated on all that breathes We won’t stop until we reach The highest peak of idiocy Almost there, not much time left We wallow in our lack of depth There’s still time, we could say no To this degenerate side-show Turn back this broken clock The door will open if we knock Unless... Money's your God now You can have it all Did you think that it was free?

Genre

Industrial Metal