Letra de ' Money Game ' de Ren

Strange time we're living in
World can put fear in ya
Hierarchy parties they make us feel inferior
Greed runs through the parliament interior
Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria
Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men
'Cause we're clearly

Living in dictatorships? Nearly
Blinded by illusions to choose
But who's fooling who?
A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained
It's a crying shame
The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame
That makes greed a game that lets the whole world
Burn
As the world turns, the whole world burns
Money was invented for trade
But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make
Slaves
Turns a saint to a sinner
A child to a killer
His finger on the trigger of a money game
Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old
Dear Mr. President, its evident, that everyones a
Resident
Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us
Separate
When the make us believe that everybody is
Coming to terrorise you in the streets
They say proudly through gritted teeth
Its my right to hate, that's freedom of speech
When did freedom become a reason to hate?
A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make
There's an irony in freedom, cause us in the west
We have pillaged and plundered and murdered like
Savages
Colonised all of the rest, that's called hypocrisy

Preach a certain value that you'd never keep
Yourselves
If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate
Yourselves in a second
Yet still you spit your venom
Demonising immigrants, when really your an
Immigrant
'Cause all of us are immigrants, or descended from
Immigrants
The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on
Immigrants
America was colonised by Britain
Britain it was colonised by Rome
Also colonised by the Saxons
They were German by the way

You know how people throw shade upon the
Germans 'cause of histories pain
And yet we make the same mistakes all again
Demonise a whole people Jewish or Muslim the
Same and the same
Old situation plays on repeat, the same old TV
Shows repeat
Yeah we worship the bleak
Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like
Sheep
There's no left, there's no right, in the middle we
Sleep

Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old money game