Monuments - Corpus Christi
All hail the shrine to the apex of self absorption
All hail the shrine you worshippers of corruption
You're so impressed with yourself
Self centered and unaware
You bask in your own decline
Your stench pollutes the air
You're a monument to yourself
And the monuments you've made to yourself
Will one day come crashing to the ground
You are your own demise
Just look at what you've made us
Greedy bloated shameless whores
Integrity is sold so cheaply to feed the greedy and rob the poor
And the monuments you've made to yourself
Will one day come crashing to the ground
And the crowns you wear that you gave yourself
So we would stare will one day fall around your neck
As you draw your final breath
You are your own demise
All you kings will be made low
All you kings will be made low
All you kings will be made low
You would not see but you were shown
And the monuments you've made to yourself
Will one day come crashing to the ground
And the crowns you wear that you gave yourself
So we would stare will one day fall around your neck
As you draw your final breath
You are your own demise
