Текст песни
Frost clings to my collar, boots split at the seam
Watching white carriages roll through this concrete dream
Blueprints smudged with oil and rain
For a threshold I can't afford to gain
ALTARS BURN WHERE CASH IS KING!
SILK VEILS HIDE WHAT GOLD CAN'T BRING!
You trade your name for neon crowns
While I stitch silence into gowns
Your train drags across cracked stone
Stitched with logos, not your own
You bow to screens that flash your price
While my hands shape air, no sacrifice
No ledger bears my offering
Just splinters where I tried to build a ring
ALTARS BURN WHERE CASH IS KING!
SILK VEILS HIDE WHAT GOLD CAN'T BRING!
You trade your name for neon crowns
While I stitch silence into gowns
They sign their skin in dotted lines
AND CALL IT GRACE! AND CALL IT MINE!
ALTARS BURN WHERE CASH IS KING!
SILK VEILS HIDE WHAT GOLD CAN'T BRING!
You sold your spring for winter's crown
Now every vow just weighs you down
The poor man's dream rots in the rain
While gilded brides forget his name