Egoists under the bounds of power
Thinking they've got it
Surviving like worms on the deck
Their life is empty
Longing to be filled
Won't succeed to realize that the thing they look for
Can't be found in money
Ref: live at the level of rivals
Come under the varnished tees of pseudo-elite society
Empty souls filled with a sense of precedence
With privilegies of masks they show each other everyday
I sing about them
They don't want to hear my words
That could pull down their dogmatic world
Puppets following traditions habits
They've made themselves to limit our world
Shadows of the past
You can live in that dark
I will never be one of you.