GOD COMPLEX

they sit on thrones made of lies
in golden towers high above the sky
selling our souls, we’re all on our knees
while they laugh at our wounds that bleed
were burning alive but they just pretend
middle fingers up till the bitter end

they think they’re gods behind their walls of glass
fucking us over, watching us crash
they feed on the weak and pray on the blind
we’re all their slaves buried alive

they pull the strings, make us dance like fools
while they sit back breaking their own rules
drenched in blood they raise a toast
to all the power they worship the most
the worlds on fire but they stay clean
drowning in gold while we fucking scream

they think they’re gods behind their walls of glass
fucking us over, watching us crash
they feed on the weak and pray on the blind
we’re all their slaves buried alive

bow down, bow down, to the ones in disguise
they wear halos of bullshit
i hope you all fucking die

bow down, bow down, bow down, bow down
bow down, bow down, bow down, bow down

they think they’re gods behind their walls of glass
fucking us over, watching us crash

they feed on the weak and pray on the blind
we’re all their slaves buried alive
they think they’re gods behind their walls of glass
fucking us over, watching us crash
they feed on the weak and pray on the blind
we’re all their slaves buried alive