Cannibal Grandpa - Drown in Silver

Tell me how much you sell your soul for?

Blood for gold. Gold for control.
Now you are the slave of a rotten world.
Playing to be god without knowing the truth.
Waiting for the sacks to be full.

Boiling oil for every lie.
You will be forgiven when the seas are filled with your tears of blood.
False and poisoned satisfactions.
Spreading like an infection.

Keep filling your pockets with coins and
you will sink into the immense ocean where no one can save you.
There is no hope in your green eyes, your heart beats slower and slower.
Your lungs drown in silver.

Would you let him die for a gold bullion?
Would you let him fall into the void in exchange for false happiness?

Your death and your misery frees us from slavery.
You were blind and you did not want to listen.
You thought the world was yours but the world owns you.

Drown
In
Silver

The scale is now even.