Letra de Oracle

From sands of famine
To concrete paradise
We all burn
Under the same sun
Together we breathe
In the toxicity
Yet still we're killing
For land to die in
Our insatiable
Hunger for more
Leaves the ones in need
Withered down to bones
A storm from the west
Swept up by the winds
And set in its wake
The new world

The weight of your pocket
Has no value to soul
There’s broken foundations
In a house made of gold
Bridge the gap
Across this divide

Dancing in black rain
It permeates

The walls of this home
Are crumbling down
Collapse
Until all is dust

The weight of your pocket
Has no value to soul
There's broken foundations
In a house made of gold
Bridge the gap
Across this divide

The walls of this home
Are crumbling down
Collapse
Until all is dust

The weight of your pocket
Has no value to soul
There's broken foundations
In a house made of gold
Bridge the gap
Across this divide