[00:00.00] 作词 : Conor Marshall/Daniel Nightingale/Brady Deeprose/Noah See[00:01.00] 作曲 : Conor Marshall/Daniel Nightingale/Brady Deeprose/Noah See[00:34.95]I hear you speak of betterment;[00:35.67]Your goal to serve your fellow man,[00:38.22]Yet I fail to see anyone’s needs being met but your own,[00:58.71]As you rip the aid from their hands.[00:59.37]Food, shelter, care: all cordoned off,[01:09.96]Because no coin ever crossed your palm?[01:21.93]Your needless hoard is giving way.[01:22.59]The weight of your greed, it cannot sustain.[01:34.50]I know damning your name[01:34.92]Won’t change a thing.[01:35.34]Still, I’ll cherish the peace[01:53.64]That dreaming of your death brings.[03:11.70]Thrones are not built on empathy,[03:12.84]But a willful lack thereof.[03:15.66]As for those who inherit them,[03:16.26]Know that their comforts, gilded and profane,[03:17.19]Compound while yours just slip away.[03:19.89]Heavy’s the gold that adorns your hands,[03:20.79]Such that it keeps you from lending one.[03:21.69]The fortune of others but a squandered yield[03:24.63]That slipped your calloused grip.[03:31.80]Just how do you sleep[03:36.78]When your wealth breeds their want?[03:48.90]It’s sickening to ponder[03:49.80]How many peons have knelt before you[03:50.55]All so that you may walk on their backs.[03:52.50]Hang them in your head.[03:53.64]When there’s nothing left to feed on,[03:54.54]At least there’s always you.