Lyrics
Descending from the desert fathers
Greatest sin of them all
Iconic to the men in power
They call it a fucking protocol
What they love the most is the lust for money
If you have more, they will go to war
Such is the curse of the seventh sin
Pride comes before a fall
Would you sell your soul
Would you sell your soul
To make a deal with the devil
GREED
NO
To have it all is just to fan the flame
It will burn your soul
You will step into quicksand
GREED
NO
The more you struggle the more you sink
Into the deep end
Playing sick games with their human toy soldiers
The aimless wrath made out of whole cloth
Everything's fine as long as they get fed
Gluttony knows no bounds
Envious of those who can feel
Envious of those who can love
You were warned my friend
Don't let a sloth on the throne
Would you sell your soul
To make a deal with the devil
GREED
NO
To have it all is just to fan the flame
It will burn your soul
You will step into quicksand
GREED
NO
The more you struggle the more you sink
Into the deep end
You will never have enough
Shut the fuck up, you know nothing
Sold your soul to the devil
Shut the fuck up
Help me
Help me
Would you sell your soul
Would you sell your soul
To make a deal with the devil
GREED
NO
To have it all is just to fan the flame
It will burn your soul
You will step into quicksand
GREED
NO
The more you struggle the more you sink
Into the deep end
You will never have enough
Sold your soul to the devil
To have it all is just to fan the flame
You were swallowed by your greed
Writer(s): Karra Väisänen
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