Tales Of Greed - Sons Of Seasons

Your part in creation’s to eat the forbidden fruit

In a shiny suit

And we provide the stages for your dance

Although you miss all elegance

They say that clothes make the emperor

But I think it’s more about a solid state of mind

I hoped we’ve raised above the carnivores

But when I look at you you’re right about that kind

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

Jack jump over the candlestick

Disgust, spitting out my disgust

Showing you my disgust

My contempt for your small existence

Disgust, all you get is disgust

That’s for kicking my trust

I will smash your throne

You alone

Missed the signs of this system changing

Tell me your tales of greed

Seems all you’ve studied for

Is how to get the dime

Well, right this attitude

Makes you a king of our time

My consolation is locked secure

In my heart and head

That in the end your wallet’s filled

But you’re cold and dead

They say that clothes make the emperor

But I think it’s more about a solid state of mind

I hoped we’ve raised above the carnivores

But when I look at you you’re right about that kind

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

Jack jump over the candlestick

Disgust, spitting out my disgust

Showing you my disgust

My contempt for your small existence

Disgust, all you get is disgust

That’s for kicking my trust

I will smash your throne

You alone

Missed the signs of this system changing

Tell me your tales

Who cut the leash?

Who lost the sense of common men?

Who resurrects the dynasties

And breaks morality?

Disgust, spitting out my disgust

Showing you my disgust

My contempt for your small existence

Disgust, all you get is disgust

That’s for kicking my trust

I will smash your throne

You alone

Missed the signs of this system changing

Tell me your tales of greed