Monuments

All hail the shrine to the apex of self-absorption.
All hail the shrine, you worshippers of corruption.
You're so impressed with yourself.
Self-centered and unaware.
You bask in your own decline.
Your stench pollutes the air.
You're a monument to yourself.
And the monuments you've made to yourself, will one day 
come crashing to the ground.
And the crowns you wear that you gave yourself so we would 
stare will one day fall around your neck as you draw your 
final breath.
You are your own demise.
Just look at what you've made us; greedy, bloated, 
shameless whores.
Integrity is sold so cheaply to feed the greedy and rob the
 poor.
All you kings will be made low, you would not see but you 
were shown.
Crashing to the ground.
All hail the shrine.
All hail the shrine.
All hail the shrine.
To the apex of self-absorption