

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 They ride in gold-plated cars, Sip champagne behind iron bars, We’re scraping change from the floor, While they demand we give them more. Pre-Chorus Promises dressed in velvet lies, We’re the fuel they burn alive. Every dollar, every drag, Leaves us holding an empty bag. Chorus Holding an empty bag, While they feast on the fat of the land. Holding an empty bag, Bleeding out from the sleight of hand. Holding an empty bag, Their castles built on our collapse. Holding an empty bag, We’re the ghosts in their gilded traps. Verse 2 Taxed to death for their parade, We’re the workers, they’re the charade. Silk-lined pockets, diamond rings, We’re chained to pay for their kings. Bridge Raise your fists, tear down the flag, Expose the thieves who always brag. No more silence, no more drag, We won’t die holding an empty bag. Final Chorus (shouted) Holding an empty bag, While they drown in their excess. Holding an empty bag, We’re the rage they can’t suppress. Holding an empty bag, Their empire rots, the truth revealed. Holding an empty bag, Our fury is the final deal.
Tags
Punk / Metal
2:18
No
11/16/2025