Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eye of the Pyramid, artist - Will Champlin. Date of issue: 12.05.2014
Song language: English
Eye of the Pyramid |
| Presidents and banksters, reaching from the grave |
| They silence free-thinkers, just to keep them enslaved |
| Got you begging for your life |
| Till you’re forced to stand and fight |
| Kicking to the curb, the feelings of material fate |
| Surreal imperial world, you wanna infiltrate |
| I think it’s time to live this life |
| Cause' even death comes with a price |
| Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn! |
| When your pockets are feeling clean |
| And the truth is obsolete |
| Then burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn! |
| When money ain’t what it seems |
| Stuck in the red, dreaming green |
| In the eye eye eye eye eye |
| In the eye of the pyramid |
| Eye eye eye eye eye |
| Don’t look |
| In the eye of the pyramid |
| (eye eye eye eye eye) |
| Preying on the weak is cheap |
| But the price they pay is deep |
| Gold for a king, not a penny for me |
| Preying on the weak is cheap |
| But the price they pay is deep |
| Gold for a king, not a penny for me |
| Say one day you wake up, with a sudden twist of fate |
| Saving venom for tomorrow, but you say that every day |
| And while you’re pushing love away |
| You know the pain is there to stay |
| Start from the ground and work your way up now |
| You’re finding all of your bricks, they fall down |
| And your journey’s made in vain |
| And your pride will never be the same |
| Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn! |
| When your pockets are feeling clean |
| And the truth is obsolete |
| Then burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn! |
| When money ain’t what it seems |
| Stuck in the red, dreaming green |
| In the eye eye eye eye eye |
| In the eye of the pyramid |
| Eye eye eye eye eye |
| Don’t look |
| In the eye of the pyramid |
| (eye eye eye eye eye) |
| Preying on the weak is cheap |
| But the price they pay is deep |
| Gold for a king, not a penny for me |
| Preying on the weak is cheap |
| But the price they pay is deep |
| Gold for a king, not a penny for me |
| Hours for money, money for love |
| Dying in the darkest room |
| Closing your eyes, behind a fatal surprise |
| Like you got nothing to lose |
| Like you got nothing to lose |
| Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn! |
| When your pockets are feeling clean |
| And the truth is obsolete |
| Then burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn! |
| When money ain’t what it seems |
| Stuck in the red, dreaming green |
| In the eye eye eye eye eye |
| In the eye of the pyramid |
| Eye eye eye eye eye |
| Don’t look |
| In the eye of the pyramid |
| (eye eye eye eye eye) |
| Preying on the weak is cheap |
| But the price they pay is deep |
| Gold for a king, not a penny for me |
| Preying on the weak is cheap |
| But the price they pay is deep |
| Gold for a king, not a penny for me |
| Eye eye eye eye eye… |
| Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn! |
| Burn dolla dolla burn dolla dolla burn! |
| Yeah! |