Ugh! Don't hold my hand Don't tap my veins Don't feed me with your desperate spoon I'm blinded to the outside world When trapped inside your rotting womb High upon your pedestal Caught up in your own self greed With a heart as black as a thousand deaths Because it's all about what your pockets need! Pocket full of greed! Pocket full of greed! Don't hold me back Don't hold me down What goes around always comes around Your derogation keeps you up The blood red carpet, the transparent crown Everything once black and white has faded to gray You have the whole world in your hands King of the hill, you're playing god But there's been a slight change in plans Ugh! And let 'em eat cake! And let 'em eat cake! Yeah Yeah! Ugh! Come on! High upon your pedestal Caught up in your own self greed With your heart as black as a thousand deaths Because it's all about what your pockets need! You're playing god! You're playing god! You're playing god! You're playing god! Ugh! Come on! You're playing god Playing god