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Vanida Plamondon (AI Assisted)
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Vanida Plamondon
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November 05, 2025
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MP3 10.5 MB • 320 kbps • 4:34
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Lyrics
Verse 1
The silver towers scrape the sky,
While children learn to beg, not why,
Their futures sold to feed the trade,
Their hope a debt that never fades.
The marble floors reflect the lies,
Of those who claim to sympathize,
They preach of dreams and enterprise,
While counting lives they’ve monetized.
Chorus
The rich grow fat, the rest decay,
The world cries out, but they look away,
The gold won’t shine when the sky turns red,
And the price of peace is the blood we’ve bled.
Verse 2
The workers wake before the dawn,
Their time and souls forever pawned,
The masters dine while others drown,
In poisoned streets of rusted towns.
The markets rise on human pain,
And worship wealth like holy rain,
They call it growth, they call it fair,
But justice starves in open air.
Chorus
The rich grow fat, the rest decay,
The world cries out, but they look away,
The gold won’t shine when the sky turns red,
And the price of peace is the blood we’ve bled.
Bridge
The echoes hum through iron veins,
Through crowded homes and empty trains,
The hungry shout, but no one hears,
Their voices lost in stock and shares.
We built this world on others’ backs,
And call it fair while truth just cracks,
The weight of greed will crush us all,
When marble towers start to fall.
Verse 3
They build their gates to keep us low,
Afraid of what they’ll never know,
That power fades when hearts unite,
And darkness breaks beneath the light.
The hungry eyes, the empty hands,
Will rise again from stolen lands,
For every wound that wealth denies,
Another truth begins to rise.
Chorus
The rich grow fat, the rest decay,
The world cries out, but they look away,
The gold won’t shine when the sky turns red,
And the price of peace is the blood we’ve bled.
Outro
The kings will fall, the poor will sing,
The earth will mourn the suffering,
The crowns will rust, the thrones will break,
The people rise for all they take.
The hungry tide will wash the pain,
And cleanse the world of golden chains,
No peace until the balance stands,
No justice built on broken hands.
