Greed - Assemblage 23

A grip on you like an addiction

A selfish need for something more

Who it hurts is inconsequential

When you get what you’re looking for

Avarice, the muse that guides you

You are the sum of what you gain

But it won’t buy your soul redemption

The kind of wealth you can’t obtain

The pigs are at the trough

Their hunger won’t subside

Awash in their own filth

Awash in their own lies

No sense of empathy

Corrupt in word and deed

I hate you for what you represent

I hate you for your greed

Think of yourself before all others

To hell with grace and charity

They just impede your blind ambition

They just impede your gluttony

The pigs are at the trough

Their hunger won’t subside

Awash in their own filth

Awash in their own lies

No sense of empathy

Corrupt in word and deed

I hate you for what you represent

I hate you for your greed

Step on the necks of those beneath you

And claw your way up to the top

But don’t look to me to find compassion

When you inevitably drop

The pigs are at the trough

Their hunger won’t subside

Awash in their own filth

Awash in their own lies

No sense of empathy

Corrupt in word and deed

I hate you for what you represent

I hate you for your greed