| A grip on you like an addiction
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| A selfish need for something more
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| Who it hurts is inconsequential
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| When you get what you’re looking for
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| Avarice, the muse that guides you
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| You are the sum of what you gain
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| But it won’t buy your soul redemption
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| The kind of wealth you can’t obtain
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| The pigs are at the trough
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| Their hunger won’t subside
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| Awash in their own filth
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| Awash in their own lies
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| No sense of empathy
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| Corrupt in word and deed
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| I hate you for what you represent
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| I hate you for your greed
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| Think of yourself before all others
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| To hell with grace and charity
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| They just impede your blind ambition
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| They just impede your gluttony
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| The pigs are at the trough
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| Their hunger won’t subside
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| Awash in their own filth
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| Awash in their own lies
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| No sense of empathy
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| Corrupt in word and deed
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| I hate you for what you represent
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| I hate you for your greed
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| Step on the necks of those beneath you
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| And claw your way up to the top
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| But don’t look to me to find compassion
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| When you inevitably drop
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| The pigs are at the trough
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| Their hunger won’t subside
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| Awash in their own filth
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| Awash in their own lies
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| No sense of empathy
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| Corrupt in word and deed
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| I hate you for what you represent
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| I hate you for your greed |