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