Behind subordinates you cower
While sitting atop your ivory tower.
Without your seat of power
You'll begin to be devoured within the hour.
Beneath a plot of dirt
Money and status will lose their worth.
The riches for which you thirst
Are nothing more than a curse.
The only thing you foresee is your fulfillment of greed.
The prophets of profits.
The authority which you seek costs you your humanity.
The prophets of profits.
You bleed the people dry
No concern with who lives and dies
You abused your dominion
When you are buried, you'll have no jurisdiction
Step on heads to climb higher and higher
Sever the snake's head and throw it into the fire