Gold Chain Rebels

[Guitar Intro] [Verse] In the shadow of giants, cold and tall, The silent majority begins to fall, Marching to a tune that's silent to some, The anthem of the dollar, the corporate hum. [Verse 2] Prophets of profit, in their high towers, Ignite our dreams, watch them devoured, The world spins on an axis of green, A carousel of greed, an endless machine. [Chorus] Rise up, rise against this golden chain, We're not the fuel for your capital gain, Let the anthem of the angry be heard, We're the storm, give us back our world! [Verse 3] Thrones of illusion, where the hollow sit, Their crowns of gold, perfectly fit, Eyes blinded by the shimmer of coins, They miss the truth that quietly joins. [Verse 4] We're the whispers lost in the noise, The expendable, the broken toys, Traded and sold for a moment's gain, Our spirits soaked in the cold rain. [Chorus] Rise up, rise against this golden chain, We're not the fuel for your capital gain, Let the anthem of the angry be heard, We're the storm, give us back our world! [Verse 5] In the market's shadow, we're bought and sold, Our worth measured in silver and gold, But beneath the surface, a fire burns bright, A beacon of hope in the darkest night. [Verse 6] The pawns advance, breaking the game, No longer pieces, no longer tame, A new dawn rises, the old guard flees, We're the roots, we're the trees. [Chorus] Rise up, rise against this golden chain, We're not the fuel for your capital gain, Let the anthem of the angry be heard, We're the storm, give us back our world!