So this is what you had in store
The death of art, the age of whores
But they need someone to blame
Taking cover, taking aim
We're pouring blood into the water
We're hoarding everything to come
Scrape the sum of everything
Wall it off, crown yourself king
You're gonna need someone to blame
When no one's left to play the game
We're pouring blood into the water
We're whoring everything to come
Zero Sum
We're pouring blood into the water
Waiting for the beast to come.