Even Those That Live Like Gods Shall Die Like Slaves... Songtext

Pompous and greedy like hungry dogs to fresh meat. Numbing to the sound of the electrical din. Hobby becomes wasting time as well as festering in his own personal hell. No mistake he is driven but one wheel is stuck in a pothole like an achilles heel. The mind leaves in an hour. In the hassle melted crack and left such ambidextrous carcasses of gigantic cadillac sharks. Trying my damdest to
remain calm in the midst of an age of sexual chaos. No means to a care idiots
swallow this all with tremendous fervor. Pretending to be superior he molds a
new image and works along with it. Cannot will not accept it. Staring down at myself from below...