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