Funeral Winds

When you die, will it matter if you bank account was
full, your money can't buy any friends to attend your funeral
Will anyone cry, at the thought of your rotting skull,
withering bones and fading essence,
or will you be remembered only for your greed
Its lonely at the top, if only the heartless had a heart to stop
Living breathing assets, pawns for financial gain,
is that all you see when you look into the eyes of your fellow man,
there's a hole where your heart belongs,
but you were born with twice the
brains, money makes the world go round
Break the backs of the peasants below you,
giveth them their bread and water,
no remorse no empathy, let the lambs feed the slaughter
Exorbitant expenditures living a life of lavish
luxury, exorbitant expenditures, you're living a lie
Its lonely at the fucking top if only the heartless had a heart to
stop, from your palace you look upon your
land, laughing at those below who serve and rot
Too long you've looked down on the world below from your throne of
destitute bones, a smile crosses your covetous lips,
reddened by the finest wines, soon the only red you'll see,
will be your own blood spilling in the streets,
we rise from the depths to maim and crush,
the empire you built on our blood
sweat and tears will be reduced to dust
Break the back of the king before us,
sword in hand he shall no longer ignore us, but be we better than he?
or shall we live the same life of gluttonous lechery
The funeral winds are blowing in,
from rags to riches,
from riches to rotting as maggots devour your skin
When you die, will it matter if you bank account was full,
your money can't buy any friends to attend your funeral,
Will anyone cry at the thought of your
rotting skull, withering bones and faded soul