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