Apple of Basilisk - Crowned Sloth Lyrics

Carrying promises from an idol
Crushing shoulders on the way to the throne
Whisper sweet lies to the vulnerable
Pull the meat away - throw the bones to the hounds

Peasants shovel waste from the grand feast
Prepared by slaves draped in gold

Crowned sloth

Spoon-fed by the lepers
The chalice reflects in their eyes
So they can feed their children from the trough

Behind closed doors I slither
Swallow your family whole
Stand on the backs of the starving
Take the gold from the sun
Feed on the crumbs that fall from my bib
My rotting food is mine alone

Let them eat cake
Feast on his head