Give in to the pressure of the sound

Of the voices saying step down

Beast of glutton, the embodiment of greed

Exploiting the weak by fabricating their needs

The wolf kicked in the door, intruded in your home

And you see it as a privilege to be consumed

Give in to the pressure of the sound

Of the voices saying step down

Tell us something that resembles truth

You pitiful bastard in clearest sight

The wolf was never hiding

You told yourself sweet nothings, and now your only truth is lying

Bulbous parasite, expanding from the blood of the ignorant

The worm is robbing our ability to communicate

I saw him laugh in your face

Why aren't you irate

Scrub away the stain, leech their energy

Give in to the pressure of the sound

Of the voices saying step down

Tell us something that resembles truth

You pitiful bastard in clearest sight

Give in to the pressure of the sound

Of the voices saying step down

Tell us something that resembles truth

You pitiful bastard in clearest sight

The people's king, a virtuoso of trophy lust and adolescent behavior

An old fool convinced you he's your savior

Chaos is the grain on which the bastards feed

Bringing down the rain, they drown the land in greed

Scrub away the stain; leech their energy

Tell us something that resembles truth

Just walk away