Buried Idols

You've got yourself wrapped around this

It will dig your grave

You should know the empty things of this world digs you a shallow grave

The wealth you crave is holding you back from the truth

Will the heart become so callused from self-deceit?

There is more than stacking stones, one by one,

Making walls because your castle is bound to fall

Stacking stones, one by one

The day will come when a wealthy man will lose it all

When the prideful men will be humbled

and the arrogant struck-down

You should know the empty things of this world digs you a shallow grave

The wealth you crave is holding you back from the truth

Will the heart become so callused from self-deceit?

Now gain the whole world, you will never have enough