A quiet night gives way to a rolling thunder
As all eyes turn their gaze to a shining wonder
They come in droves
As they crawl out from their humble homes
All to behold
The newest keeper of the throne
We worship our own devices
False idols in a web of lies
Do we place all of our faith in a golden god
At the price of our souls
Statuettes and pedestals across the land
Commemorate the enslavement of the common man
A golden veil
To hide the horrid face of greed
The self entitled here
To show us what we really need
We worship our own devices
False idols in a web of lies
Do we place all of our faith in a golden god
At the price of our souls
Why call it progress
When it breaks the backs of those you claim to help
(Why call it progress
When it breaks the backs of those you claim to help)
Surely you've noticed
That our cries have a story to tell
(Surely you've noticed
That our cries have a story to tell)
By now it's obvious
We've let a madman rule our health
We worship our own devices
False idols in a web of lies
Do we place all of our faith in a golden god
At the price of our souls
We worship our own devices
False idols in a web of lies
Do we place all of our faith in a golden god
At the price of our souls