The big man on top sits at a table. They all laugh in rich. No rules, no etiquette, just pure greed along the people.
They step on their servants, they spit on the chef. No respect for anyone.
Top of the ladder, lots of green.
Crumbled up many of us to get to see the view of the world.
World on a silverplatter, you can have it all.
What do you choose to do? Make it better? Make the people happier?
Greed.
Violance, chaos, making us their puppet show. Our blood, our tears doesn’t make them frown.
Puppets. Crankle up our bones, murdering us, making our life more stirred up for their enjoyment.
More green. More greed.
The people at the table take their glass, and take a toast for one more year at the top.