Born of Greed

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