(Intro - A harsh, distorted siren sound is cut off by a grinding, dissonant, low-end guitar riff. The beat drops in with a furious, syncopated rhythm.) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (Spoken, low voice, full of cynicism): Yeah. They say enough is enough. They lie. There is no enough for the empty suit. (Verse 1 - Rap Flow: The Consumption Cycle) (Am) Look at the top shelf, where the suits only feed and they feast (F) Trading human decency for the power of the beast and the least of our concerns (C) They see the planet burning, they see the poor starve in the streets (G) But they tighten the grip, counting the souls beneath their money-stained feet! (Am) They talk about quarterly reports, talk about growth and expansion (F) While the foundation crumbles, built on eviction and tax evasion (C) They crave the abundance, they crave the infinite haul and the size (G) But the emptiness inside them reflects right back in their cold, dead eyes! (Am) They're the Zero-Sum Scar, they take everything and give back nothing in return (F) Watching the little lights of opportunity burn and burn and burn out (C) Their hunger is structural, their greed is the law and the code we obey (G) Man, I'm sick of the vultures that pollute the damn air every single day! (Pre-Chorus - The tempo pushes faster. The riff becomes piercing. The vocal shifts to a sustained, raw scream.) (F) I see the mansion built on the backs of the ones they stepped on! (C) I SEE THE TYRANNY! I SEE THE TRUTH BEFORE DAWN! (G) YOU ARE THE CANCER! YOU ARE THE CORRUPTION AND THE ROT! (Am) I REFUSE TO PAY THE PRICE FOR THE POWER YOU FUCKING GOT! (Chorus - Screamo Vocals dominate. The music hits maximum, chaotic force, punishing and relentless.) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (SCREAMED): THE ZERO-SUM SCAR! FEEDING THE HUNGER! (Am) (F) (C) (G) YOUR GREED IS THE WEAPON! MAKING US YOUNGER AND YOUNGER DIE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) EAT THE RICH! TEAR DOWN THE GOLDEN CAGE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) I'M SICK OF THE VULTURES ON EVERY DAMN PAGE! (Verse 2 - Screamo Rap Flow: The Confrontation) (Am) Your philanthropy is a photo op, a cleanup on Isle Five and a lie (F) Trying to whitewash the theft that you committed beneath the same damn sky (C) You think a donation erases the years of damage you dealt and you made (G) While the working man starves for the wage you deliberately delayed and betrayed! (Am) You confuse worth with wealth, you confuse success with sheer consumption and size (F) You never earned the empire, you built it on the backs of broken lives and cries (C) Your appetite is infinite, the hole in your soul is too deep to fill (G) So you keep taking, keep crushing, keep demanding we all stand still and drill our own graves! (Am) This is the revolution, the volume that you cannot mute or control (F) The absolute disgust that consumes and possesses my body and soul (C) We see the structure, we see the foundation, we know what you did and how (G) AND THE TIME FOR THE RECKONING IS FUCKING NOW! (Breakdown - Music slams into a slow, heavy, suffocating rhythm. The riff is mechanical and grinding. Vocals are a deep, guttural growl.) (F) (Growled): NO MORE TAKING! (C) (Growled): NO MORE WASTE! (G) (Growled): WE CRUSH THE APPETITE! (Am) (SCREAMED, long and raw): DISMANTLE THE TASTE! (The music slams back into speed) (Chorus - Final, overwhelming, brutal assault. Maximum vocal and instrumental intensity.) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (SCREAMED): THE ZERO-SUM SCAR! FEEDING THE HUNGER! (Am) (F) (C) (G) YOUR GREED IS THE WEAPON! MAKING US YOUNGER AND YOUNGER DIE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) EAT THE RICH! TEAR DOWN THE GOLDEN CAGE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) I'M SICK OF THE VULTURES ON EVERY DAMN PAGE! (Outro - The fast, mechanical beat continues, accelerating and fading out into pure, distorted, static-laced laughter.) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (SCREAMED): GREED IS DEAD! GREED IS DEAD! (Am) (F) (C) (G) (The music cuts out abruptly on a final, sharp, dissonant chord.)
