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