They hate us, They controll us
They ask for Peace, But they explore us
They say that everything's okay
But right under the floor
People screaming hungry
'Cause there's no eyes for poor

They are made of gold
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
But we are made of blood

They hurt us, Manipulate us
They change our minds
To make more slaviours
They buy us, They sell us
Our blood is fuel
To make their machine Works

They are made of gold
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
But we are made of blood

They hurt us
Manipulate us
They change our minds
To make more slaviours
They buy us
They sell us
Our blood is fuel
To make their machine Works

They are made of gold
They are made of gold
They are made of gold
But we are made of blood