Dirty hands

Temples made of glass will surely fracture
Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe (pick up the pieces)

Sign away everything
Life means much more than a suit and a tie
Thriving off your dirty hands

This empire’s why the men like I indulge on our behalf much like thieves

Temples made of glass will surely fracture
Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe (pick up the pieces)

Take away everything
We need much more
Loot them dry and supply our veins instead

Yours is mine

I can’t tell whose the wolf and whose the shepherd
Time well spent monopolizing life for purpose?

I can’t tell whose the wolf or whose the shepherd
Hurting the ones who invest in your methods

Is it worth selling out your failed vision? Is it wrong?
I’ll learn to live with my albatross

Cast a stone
(Pick up the pieces)

Temples made of glass will surely fracture
Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe
(Pick up the pieces)