Yeah!
Peace and war—same gold, two demons in one palm
These corporate gods play chess with bombs while we stay calm
Golden coin glints, blood drips on streetcar chrome
The heads wear crowns, but the tails call a cardboard home
Every boardroom toast is a grave dug deep
Every voice crushed—ha!—in the silence they keep
Help screamed, muffled, duct tape in the rain
Children breathe dust, can't wash out the pain
They auction off peace, let the curses flow downstream
Gutters fill with sorrow, famine lights the TV screen
Every water drop taxed, soup lines are long
The coin's curse cuts throats—right/wrong, weak/strong
Let's go! Each empire's scribble costs countless tears
Mother's lullabies drowned out by profit's cheers
The Coin's Curse!
No refuge, only proof—unpaid debts and lies
Our home wrecked, our future mortgaged
Every drop of rain another soul's demise
Every fate a flip from the top—no mercy
Peace and War, same dealer, same currency
Gold for thrones, ash for the streets
The curse stays, while hope retreats
Tides crash, no coin can bribe the flood
The man upstairs flips fate—soaked in innocent blood
Every tsunami, a dividend of greed
Corporates cut veins, watch whole countries bleed—ha!
Thunder shouts, hurricanes don't wash clean
Every storm is a receipt for the schemes unseen
Nowhere to run, these scars mark the land
From desert to slum, curses carved by their hand
Nature gasps for oxygen under platinum shoes
Kids choke on the air profit-makers abuse
"God bless our next," we whisper to the dust
Hope the children see green, not death in the dusk
Planet's on life support, roots tangled in wires
Coin's curse burns futures, sets hearts on fire
The Coin's Curse!
No refuge, only proof—unpaid debts and lies
Our home wrecked, our future mortgaged
Every drop of rain another soul's demise
Every fate a flip from the top—no mercy
Peace and War, same dealer, same currency
Gold for thrones, ash for the streets
The curse stays, while hope retreats
Open letter to the suits—
You made this curse, now meet the spawn of your nightmare
I'm the rage from the gutter, the howl from the graves
Demon-birthed, mind split—this coin never forgave
Shakespearean wounds, lyrical sword swings
I come marred by war in my head, severing kings
Let every soul have a plot, this planet ain't your vault
So get lost, white paper bitch—let the guilty exalt
Your money bled on treaties, hands never clean
Motherfucker! Hear the echo—what does justice mean?
The coin ain't yours, it's the curse you made
Step off the throne, or drown in the bed you laid
Fuck off, get away and get lost cunt
Yeah! Ha! Let the poor reclaim the night
I brand the coin with scars and inscribe my right
The Coin's Curse!
No refuge, only proof—unpaid debts and lies
Our home wrecked, our future mortgaged
Every drop of rain another soul's demise
Every fate a flip from the top—no mercy
Peace and War, same dealer, same currency
Gold for thrones, ash for the streets
The curse stays, while hope retreats
The Coin's Curse!
You built the cage, but I own the keys
Planet's not for pawns or thieves—
It's for the broken, the brave, and those who bleed
Yeah
Let's go
