| Half buried in the quicksand |
| Yet we keep on moving, oh |
| A constant withering, oh |
| (We're hanging by a thread) |
| Oblivious to the void beneath our feet |
| (Envy consumes the soul) |
| We struck the match that started the fire |
| (We provide for the cycle) |
| As you sow, so shall you reap |
| (We assemble to destroy) |
| Driven by these senseless desires |
| Feed me |
| I only thrive in property |
| Cure me |
| Dazzled by lust and envy |
| As the rest of the world perishes |
| We provide for the cycle |
| As the alarm bell rings |
| We assemble to destroy |
| The more we have, the more we want |
| Trapped in a cage, trapped in a cage we’ve built |
| The more we have, the more we need |
| Witness the decrease, the price of disbelief |
| Deafened by the noise of our grievance |
| Drifting inside the same loop |
| The real power lies in the mass |
| The cure is the poison |
| (We're hanging by a thread) |
| (We're standing on the edge) |
| (Feed me) |
| (I only thrive in property) |
| (Cure me) |
| (Stripped down from my humanity) |
| They gave us a heaven that turned into a blaze |
| The rhythm of the seasons, a distant memory |
| Half buried in the quicksand |
| Yet we keep on moving |
| Lost in the motion, so disconnected |
| Swept by the current, a river with no end |
| Swimming through a black tide |
| Blind and barely breathing |
| The more we have, the more we want |
| Trapped in a cage, trapped in a cage we’ve built |
| The more we have, the more we need |
| Witness the decrease, the price of disbelief |
| Too late to realize we’ve already crossed the line |
| We’re headed straight for the crash |
| But 'til then, feed me, cure me |
| Endlessly dazzled by envy |
| A bunch of sad clowns wandering |
| So many promises thrown to the wind |
| Hollow, empty |
| We’ll pay the price of our disbelief |