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The drones are dripping honey and then the Reaper scores
In blood and silver pieces at the tower with seven doors
Kings and Queens are dancing in ballrooms made of gold
But in the narrow lane a child is waiting to unfold

I hear the twisted echo from the sermon on the mount
Be sure that you have balanced your profit and loss account
Beware, your soul is tainted with sins of ancient mark
Repent and give your tenth and then you can embark

Above the church and throne the bankers lay their eggs
And from this nest of fortune they trickle down the dregs
In places down below we gather in the street
Fingers writing on the wall while riot squads take seat

When time is almost ended within the broken bowl
The light is slowly fading and winds begin to howl
In utter desolation in times of curse and woe
I hear a growing murmur from each and every row

In blood and silver pieces the deal is signed and sealed
No mercy in the ledger no wound that will not yield
In blood and silver pieces we fall and we repeat
Down every crooked alley where hunger and judgment meet

Text: Copyright © 2012-2026 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Music: Copyright © 2026 Göran Gustafsson in collab with AI.