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Song: God, Money you worm! - You've never been more sweetly insulted


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Dieser Song ist mehr als nur Musik – es ist ein provokanter Aufschrei gegen die Tyrannei des Geldes und die globale Gier. Mit scharfen Texten deckt er die Illusionen auf, die unser Leben lenken, und ruft zu Gerechtigkeit und Wandel auf. Ein bitter-süßer Schlag ins Gesicht, der aufweckt und zum Nachdenken anregt.


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Songtext:

Verse 1

Wake up, slave, it’s time to play,

In the Money game the high-score game of your life today.

Numbers on screens, paper in hand,

A fantasy product, a master’s command.

On your knees slave your God demands!


They sold you dreams, they sold you lies,

A god in disguise, you idolize.

The GDR’s ashes, the Euro’s fall,

Soon the dollar will answer the call.


Hook

Bow down, bow down, to the one true king,

The god of greed, the chaos it brings.

Money’s your master, your soul it claims,

Just numbers and paper, but it owns your name.


Verse 2

Your savings burn, your hopes erased,

A lifetime of work, a bitter taste.

Your boss, your chains, your endless grind,

For a god that’s cruel, for a god that’s blind.


Politicians feast on the people's gold,

Stealing the future, the lies they’ve sold.

The NWO laughs, the stage is set,

For WW3, the final bet.


Bridge

Digital coins, a virtual throne,

A kingdom of zeros, you’ll never own.

The rich get richer, the poor decay,

And you’re just a pawn in their endless play.


Hook

Bow down, bow down, to the one true king,

The god of greed, the chaos it brings.

Money’s your master, your soul it claims,

Just numbers and paper, but it owns your name.


Outro

So scream for justice, cry for change,

But the system’s rigged, it’s all prearranged.

Your god is money, your faith misplaced,

And the world will burn in its cold embrace.



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