Signatures on sheets of asbestos
The contract is sweat, the profit is sorrow
They measure worth by the weight of a bone
Counting coins while sitting on the throne
No gods in charge, just flesh and badge
A pack of worms who learned how to manage
Belly in the dirt, boot on the neck
The future of shit they gave us to check

The pen is made of gold, but the ink is decay
They sell their own souls and call it the way

Under the blood decree, the throne is made of mud
Power corrupts what the ashes spill out of
Close all the gates, raise up the altar high
You'll swallow the filth you forced to multiply

Scraping the rust off the bottom of the tank
Drinking the poison they left in the bank
No digital wall can hide your stench
You built your empire inside a trench

Error 500: Human greed has no limit
Error 500: Crawl back to the pit

Swallow the dirt
Eat the rust
Your empire of ashes is turning to dust

Under the blood decree, the throne is made of mud
Power corrupts what the ashes spill out of
Close all the gates, raise up the altar high
You'll swallow the filth you forced to multiply

You'll swallow
You'll swallow the filth you forced to multiply