Cracked mirrors line the court of kings,
Truth’s reflection sold for finer things.
Puppets dance on platinum strings,
While the gallows rot from rust and rings.
Choke on coins, your silence bought—
Silver tongues preaching what they’re not.
Skulls in suits write fate in sand,
With golden ink and sleight of hand.
(Pre-Chorus)
They pave the streets in martyr’s blood,
Smile through storms, then start the flood.
Freedom’s chained inside a vault—
But we still bleed, and they exalt.
(Chorus)
And justice for a dollar,
Bow down to the god of greed.
In their heaven made of collars,
We’re just ghosts they’ll never need.
Blindfolded, gagged, and hollow—
We scream beneath the throne.
And justice for a dollar...
Buried under blood and bone.
(Verse 2)
Haloed lies in tailored skin,
Feeding off the sin within.
Corporate crosses raised in flames—
Every savior wears a name.
Poisoned laws etched in decay,
We pray in bills they throw away.
Empires carved from workers’ backs—
Crowned in oil, they hide the cracks.
(Bridge – Spoken growl with eerie clean vocals beneath)
"Take your worth and sign your soul—
The market feeds, the bodies toll.
The clock ticks death in decimal screams…
Welcome to the American Dream."
(Breakdown – guttural) Burn the veil, ignite the throne!
We are not your stepping stones!
Blood for gold? You’ll reap the price—
Every kingdom pays in vice.
(Chorus – final, more intense)
And justice for a dollar,
Where the rich rewrite the sin.
In a cage of glass and power,
Let the reckoning begin!
We are the ashes in your breath,
The fists beneath your crown.
And justice for a dollar...
Will tear your empire down.
(Outro – ambient, distorted whispers fading out)
“…in debt we trust…
…and bleed for dust…”
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