[Verse 1

Turn on the screen, what do we see?

Faces flawless, as if they’re free,

Draped in brands that shout their name,

While we’re left here, playing life’s cruel game.

Golden plates hold their meals so fine,

We scrape the bottom, praying for time.

The world bows low, to their glossy allure,

While we’re just shadows, silent and obscure.

[Chorus

woo.oo..oo,

They worship wealth, they worship grace,

A hollow heart behind the face.

woo.oo..oo,

Forgotten souls, left to despair,

As gods watch charmed, do they even care?

[Verse 2

The sparkling lights, the staged display,

A throne for beauty, in the game they play.

We toil, we crumble, unseen, unheard,

Chasing dreams crushed by their word.

They walk on carpets, crimson and grand,

While we’re stuck sinking, in quicksand.

Their kingdom thrives on glitter and gold,

And leaves the rest of us out in the cold.

[Chorus

woo.oo..oo,

They worship wealth, they worship grace,

A hollow heart behind the face.

woo.oo..oo,

Forgotten souls, left to despair,

As gods watch charmed, do they even care?

[Bridge

But what’s beneath the perfect skin?

A hollow echo, the emptiness within.

We are more than the dirt they see,

Our worth is rooted in humanity.