War machines grind, cash flows in stacks,
Politicians smilin' while they sign the contracts.
Bombs rain down, lives turn to dust,
But the rich get richer, in greed we trust.
Factories hum, buildin’ tools of death,
While kids in the streets are strugglin' for breath.
Tanks rollin' out, drones in the sky,
For every soldier that falls, a dollar sign flies high.


""Деньги на крови, мир не поймёт,
Война для богатых — бедных смерть несёт.
Золото в кармане, гроб в земле,
Игра для миллиардеров — жизнь в огне.""


Code in the servers, missiles in the air,
Cyber war profits, who the fuck cares?
Soldiers on the front, bodies on the line,
While CEOs toast to their bottom line.
The poor man bleeds, the rich man feeds,
On the chaos and the carnage, satisfyin' their needs.
Guns in the east, deals in the west,
Another war started, another check blessed.


Funk bass thumpin', but the rhythm’s cold,
This beat’s made of bodies, and the story’s been told.
They play with lives, it's a global game,
But to them, it’s just numbers, there’s no fuckin' shame.
Stackin’ up their wealth on a mountain of bones,
Countin' their riches while the world moans.


""Деньги на крови, мир не поймёт,
Война для богатых — бедных смерть несёт.
Золото в кармане, гроб в земле,
Игра для миллиардеров — жизнь в огне.""

[solo]


Lobbyists push, the wheels keep turnin’,
Weapons for peace, the irony’s burnin’.
Nations at war, pockets get deep,
But the poor pay the price while the wealthy sleep.
Blood in the water, cash in the vault,
While the common man suffers, who’s at fault?
From bullets to bombs, from software to steel,
It’s the business of death, and the money’s all real.


The battlefield's silent, the bodies lay cold,
But the money keeps flowin’, stories still untold.
War is a racket, the rich man’s dream,
While the poor man’s life is lost in the scheme.