Banker Beggars - Fall City Fall

As long as the empire stands we will remain a commodity

Pawn the brave, week they trade

Looked at as statistics and property

And I’m desperate to find the truth in all this

Something more then just reason

But all I seem to be left with is jaded thoughts of faith and feeling

And I’m feeling we’re feeding on their trash like rats in a trap

So if the truth is bleeding out then whys it look so fucking black?

Kill the horse that’s holding you back

Buy your whores before your reputation cracks

Lie through your teeth when the chips are all stacked

No one knows the difference, so fuck the facts

I got the disease if you got the means

Why create a cure when we can inflate the need

Give them something they can cough and wheeze

They’ll be begging, begging, begging to breath

If the truth is bleeding out whys it look so black

I got a feeling we’re rats in a trap

Money is a hoax with the promise of hope

Holding on to the noose at the edge of the bankers rope

Ask the blind man he saw it all

Heard the signs yea he watched the world fall

God bless this country we live in, can’t feed our poor

But we send our people to die in our debts

In their death they’re worth so much more

Preach peace endorse the war, freedom is nothing but bought in a store bred to

believe we could be so much more

But the scales are tipped, there’s less rich then poor

But we cater in the rich and fuck the poor

I got the disease if you got the means

Why create a cure when we can inflate the need

Give them something they can cough and wheeze

They’ll be begging, begging, begging to breath

If the truth is bleeding out whys it look so black

I got a feeling we’re rats in a trap

Money is a hoax with the promise of hope

Holding on to the noose at the edge of the bankers rope

Banker beggars

The built the chamber is loaded with failures

Banker beggars

If moneys the new god, well then burn the savor

The built the chamber is loaded with falsified anchors

And all that we’ve built is resentment for our failures

So drain my bones of marrow

Put plaster in lungs

The days of prophets and pharos

Have become cut throats and bugs

Banker beggars

If moneys the new god, well then burn the savor