The Furious Monks - Veils of Greed

Veils Of Greed

Rise,
resist, it's time to face the facts
Shake the silent chains, take our power back

So rise! (rise) Feel the burn inside
Wake! (wake) Shake the gates of power wide
This so-called freedom's just a gilded lie
Time to stand as one, and reclaim the sky

Have you heard the tale that's goin' round the halls,
the wallet's influence as democracy falls
Every hand that's open,
lined with dollar greens,
silencin' the voices, killin' hopes and dreams
Have you seen the veil, they drape it over eyes,
buyin' up the loyalty with doner lies
It's a grand illusion, a masquerade of power,
selling out the future by the golden hour
Have you heard it loud, the sound of silent cries,
as the social contract before us dies
No more representation, just transactions cold,
where the people's will is something bought and sold

Wake up, wake up, to the capital's game
Where the votes are a currency, and truth's what they maim
They peddle in promise, a trade in deceit
While they dine with the devils and our fates they cheat

Unite! (unite) Tear down the fortress they've built
Stand strong! (stand strong) Unmask the system of guilt

Hear the echo in the chamber where the laws are sold
Empty voices rising, but the truth's untold
On the avenues of power, the wheelers deal
Trading futures for the moment, with a handshake seal

Awake! (awake) To the charade in the daylight
Fight! (fight) In the shadow of their spite

Horns blare, in the streets they flare,
with eyes so blunt and facts to bare
Pinstripe suits with smirks that loot,
the public trust in dark pursuits

Rally! (rally) Forge the chains of justice new
March! (march) In defiance, we'll pursue

Broken dreams in marbled halls,
where whispers trade the people's calls
They dine on power, sip on strife,
in velvet rooms they slash the life

The ballot's illusion,
the lines we've been fed
A democracy's heartbeat,
manipulated, bled

Whispers in the capitol,
shadows lead the dance
Silhouettes of corporate greed,
in democracy's expanse
Promises like ashes, blown away, unseen
As doners pull the strings, in the masquerade serene
Voices rise (rise), crash against the marble walls
Follow the money trail, it's the rich man’s call

Shout! (shout) till the halls of power resound
Clench! (clench) your fists,
let the drums of dissent pound
False prophets in high places,
with their cash creed
Democracy's a puppet show,
they pull the lead