Golden Fallout

We see the stage,

we see the lies (yeah) (go)

Gold-plated towers, cheap-talking suits Trampling the truth with executive boots Behind closed

doors where the handshakes slide

You sell out the country with a grin of pride

(uh-huh) No accountability, just a brand to sell Building up your empire,

casting your spell

Watch the throne of cards decay! (decay!)

We won't let you buy the day!

No gold paint can hide the shame We refuse to play your

game!

Courtroom circus and the papers spin But we know the weight of

the shape you're in Another loophole jumped,

another law erased Leaving the wreckage of a land defaced (talk that

talk) From the podium to the country club hall The bigger the

vanity, the harder the fall

Systemic injustice, commercialized hate

(we see

it) But you cannot silence the hands of fate

No more lies!

(no more!) No more crowns!

Watch the whole thing burn down!