Bloodlined Calligraphy - Isaac Is The Champ текст песни

Hold on to everything you have, before it slips through your hands
Untold the story of the blood, she'd to serve desires of greater man
For all the time the gold refined, still we cry, consuming more, as we stay poor
They've locked the door
Fight for your life, no more we'll close our eyes 'til Sunday
While people die poor everyday, your lies will never feed my family
Still fight to make a better way
They've taken away all I have