1. GŁÓD

Cataclysm and human exploitation
Famine eats commons from inside
Lord’s greed feeds money fixation
Made poor losing their mind

You won't be feed by ideals
Hypocrisy taking its toll
You don't have anything to live
But they have it all

Lofty cants for the masses
Monopoly for truth
It’s easy to say
When it’s not applying to you

Golden mouthed paragon of virtue
Keep off ugliness of the poor
The one who suppose to help
The one who should be modest

Attired in gold walks by the beggars
Avert his eyes from extended hands
Do not dare to touch his robe
He is only here to prance

Fear makes you obey
Everyone wants to be saved
So why not to take
The payment for indulgence

Even when it’s all
What's left them
Why bother not to take
Coins and nature’s gold

Why bother not to take it all
Those who are superior
Leading to fall

Their pleading looks
Not crumble the heart
The king, the pope
Turn people apart

Expressionless faces
Weakling posture
Fading gazes
Hopeful gesture

Man turned against man
Being forced to steal
They made them enemy
And their life misery

Wealth built on suffering
That's how social ladder works
The more they have
The more they want

Day by day fuels desperation
Horrible pain eats body and soul
Makes you cease to exist
Losing everything you cared for

Even when it’s all
What's left them
Why bother not to use
Their situation at all cost
Forced by circumstances
Do everything to endure
Even defection values
To the point of another torture

Why bother not to take it all
Those who are superior
Leading to fall

Man turned against man
Being forced to steal
They made life empty
Awakening the ugliest instincts