The next big thing is here and now it's back to square one
Sell everything you have and it won't be enough
Then carry on again and never turn your head
Tear off your bitter ends and it won't be enough
So f*ck the poor right?
Their bodies clutter the streets
Sweep them up with the trash and decay for my peace
Read the fine print: you don't deserve any rights
If you just worked a little harder you wouldn't suffer to survive
Now build that tower higher
One day that pedestal becomes a pyre
(Going circles and circles and...)
So keep it down now when the blood escapes
You sold it for one day and it won't be enough
No, it won't be enough to save yourself
No, it won't be enough to keep the vultures out
Charlatan with the silent hands, give the people what they asked for
These f*cking brain rotten, empathy deficient, murderers who think we're keeping score