you build your life on others graves
taking lives, to keep up the numbers
despised and hated you rest on your throne
made by a hand you later crushed
a veil of arrogance blinds your senses
your search for power blinds your eyes
the strive to promote yourself
will be the reason for your fall

(bridge)
what benefits you is what they must achieve
they, the people which lives you own
what gains your wealth is for them to perform
them, the slaves of your machine

(refr)
May you aristocratscum
taste the result of what you've done
justice is not your game
born of greed, you'll die of the same

covered by laws written by yourself
crime's allowed, as long as you get paid
salvation gets closer with every dollar you make
capitalism paradise, buy yourself free from sin

history repeats itself once again
human rights left behind for good
there is money to make and people to use
who needs machines when foreign labours are free
they ain't worth nothing, still they keep you alive
if they die, replace them with the next
refuse to be chained and end up dead
with your life taken by a paid-off equal