Starving for position, status, and control Separating yourself from your humanity Might as well be true you sold your soul Making your moves devoid of empathy
More than enough Never enough
Must possess Must repress Must possess Must oppress
Committed to a consuming pursuit Taking over, eating you from the inside Decomposing just beneath the surface You will decay along with your power
Whatever it takes to increase the profits Whatever it takes To line your pockets Worker, consumer, "Collateral damage" Blind them, abuse them Lose yourself
Where there is greed--peasant or king There is no song of hope to sing No resounding victory to proclaim For it all comes crashing downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
