Silver Hands Feed Tyrants

Chorus

They build their towers, climb so high

Swallow the sun, block out the sky

Feeding the tyrant with silver hands

Bleed us dry to expand their land

Verse 2

Beneath rotten gold, beg for scraps

Gears grind bones in endless traps

Boardroom vultures, fangs unseen

Harvest pain for their machine

Pre-Chorus

We’re crushed under profit’s weight

Chains forged out of broken fates

Chorus

They build their towers, climb so high

Swallow the sun, block out the sky

Feeding the tyrant with silver hands

Bleed us dry to expand their land

Post-Chorus

Rage, rage, rage

Tear it down

Rage, rage, rage

Burn it down