Songtexte More - CHORNABROVA

In the shadows of steel towers that touch the bleeding sky
Lie the vestiges of serfdom, the modern peasantry sigh
The landlord and the tenant, the boss man and the serf
Decades turned to centuries, but what's humans worth?

Look, wealth condensed in hands of few
Run fast, chase dreams, always in queue
Golden rule, quality power game
The poor hunched, always the same

To live is to work, hour by hour
Gimme gimme more, more power
Work, produce, profit rise
Pocket's empty, but who gets the prize?

I hear a beat at cruel pace, every second
Faster, stronger, no space
A distant whisper, cold command
"Work, buy, work, sell, steal, demand"

I hear a voice
"I can't afford my human rights"
"How do I feed my child"
"Sorry, could you spare a little change"
"Fuck you, why don't I steal your wage"

Give me (money!)
Give me (yours!)
Give me Give me (MORE MORE)
In this world to have a word
Is what you have to pay for
Give me (money!)
Give me (yours!)
Give me Give me (MORE MORE)
In this world to have a word
Is what you have to pay for

The wheel turns, as they dance to the same old tune
Wealth gap, power divide
Who cares if a few thousands poor die
I'd rather visit Dubai
Just gimme gimme more
More money, blood gold
Everyone has their price
In the dawn of times, do you have any rights?
More power, more oil
Gimme gimme more
In the dawn of times, do you have any rights?

Give me (money!)
Give me (yours!)
Give me Give me (MORE MORE)
In this world to have a word
Is what you have to pay for
Give me (money!)
Give me (yours!)
Give me Give me (MORE MORE)
In this world to have a word
Is what you have to pay for
Give me (money!)
Give me (yours!)
Give me Give me (MORE MORE)
In this world to have a word
Is what you have to pay for
Give me (money!)
Give me (yours!)
Give me Give me (MORE MORE)
In this world to have a word
Is what you have to pay for