Cheap Politics 歌词

Slick-tongued puppets in tailored suits Weaving lies through the evening news Promises sold like counterfeit dreams While the people scream in silent streams They preach of change but feed on greed Rotting roots in the soil of need Cheap politics, it makes me sick The same old games, the same old tricks Selling out souls for a fleeting gain A circus of power, a world in chains Paper crowns and hollow praise Their masks crack in the harshest rays Smoke and mirrors, a dirty charade Building empires on the backs they’ve played They chant of hope but fuel despair False foundations, crumbling air Cheap politics, it makes me sick The same old games, the same old tricks Selling out souls for a fleeting gain A circus of power, a world in chains Raise your voice, let the silence break Tear down the thrones of the great mistake We're more than pawns in their cruel charade Our fire will burn through the mess they’ve made Cheap politics, it makes me sick The same old games, the same old tricks Selling out souls for a fleeting gain A circus of power, a world in chains Cheap politics, it makes me sick The same old games, the same old tricks Selling out souls for a fleeting gain A circus of power, a world in chains Let the ashes fall where they may We’ll build anew from this decay Cheap politics can’t hold us down We’ll rise above, we’ll claim the crown