Скачать или смотреть Samurai (Zero Tool) - Economy of Death [Raw Cut] (Cyberpunk 2077)

[Distorted signal crackles to life]

—zzzt... file fragment recovered… origin: unknown node past the Blackwall...

You’re not supposed to hear this.
But a rogue AI—mad, brilliant, unchained—dug it out from the abyss.
Gave it to a netrunner named Edge, just before the signal fried his optics.
This isn’t the version you’ll find in any corpo archive.
This is the raw, uncut, pre-collapse Samurai.

Before the labels, before the riots, before they even cared if they lived past the next gig.
More rage. More distortion. More truth than your feed can handle.

They called it “Economy of Death.”
And it’s not a metaphor.

Welcome to the market. The only currency is your life.
Samurai. Let it bleed.

[Verse 1]
Concrete deals on bloodstained hands,
Profit drawn from dying lands.
Every corpse another chart,
Another line on someone’s heart.

Steel briefcases, trigger tongues,
They build their world with loaded lungs.
Sell us safety, sell us breath,
But the only stock they trust is death.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the economy of death,
Where bullets buy peace and lies buy breath.
No more future, no more trust—
Just bodies buried beneath the dust.
This machine runs on pain and price,
And we’re the fuel they burn twice.

[Verse 2]
Contract kills behind closed doors,
Numbers rise, they call it war.
Digital blood in printed files,
Sold and traded in corporate smiles.

They buy our silence, bribe our rage,
Put us all in a gilded cage.
But chains of gold still choke the throat—
This system's rusted, cut the throat.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the economy of death,
Where bullets buy peace and lies buy breath.
No more future, no more trust—
Just bodies buried beneath the dust.
This machine runs on pain and price,
And we’re the fuel they burn twice.

[Bridge]
You want out? Pay in flesh.
You want truth? Sign in death.
No god. No law. No breath to save—
Just a ledger and a nameless grave.

[Final Chorus]
Welcome to the economy of death,
Where silence sells and justice wept.
Stacked in crates, we're just supply—
Another number. Another lie.
Burn the books, erase the debt—
We’re still alive. They’ll learn regret.

[Outro]
Their empire crumbles with every breath.
This isn’t profit. This is death.