Obelisks of avarice, building towers of vanity

Shielded from consequence in opulent majesty

I shall avert my gaze

From the profanum vulgaris

Shunning the needy and the lame

Those fit only to serve us

[Solo: Davidson]

Corpulent gluttons prepare for the feast

Ravenous hunger, the dine on the weak

Egotist your avarice knows no bounds

Still you sit indignant on your throne of greed

Covetous hoarder of wealth, your lust for gold so obscene

Yet emptiness still fills you inside, the blight of the soulless king

[Solo: Davidson]

Vultures circling above the carrion

Corpses picked clean in a lightless dawn

Predators of rapacity

Insatiable voracity

Manipulators expand the divide

Pitiful plebeians, the common herd I decry