Lyrics Tales Of Greed - Sons Of Seasons

Tales Of Greed

Your part in creation’s to eat the forbidden fruit
In a shiny suit
And we provide the stages for your dance
Although you miss all elegance
They say that clothes make the emperor
But I think it’s more about a solid state of mind
I hoped we’ve raised above the carnivores
But when I look at you you’re right about that kind
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick
Disgust, spitting out my disgust
Showing you my disgust
My contempt for your small existence
Disgust, all you get is disgust
That’s for kicking my trust
I will smash your throne
You alone
Missed the signs of this system changing
Tell me your tales of greed
Seems all you’ve studied for
Is how to get the dime
Well, right this attitude
Makes you a king of our time
My consolation is locked secure
In my heart and head
That in the end your wallet’s filled
But you’re cold and dead
They say that clothes make the emperor
But I think it’s more about a solid state of mind
I hoped we’ve raised above the carnivores
But when I look at you you’re right about that kind
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick
Disgust, spitting out my disgust
Showing you my disgust
My contempt for your small existence
Disgust, all you get is disgust
That’s for kicking my trust
I will smash your throne
You alone
Missed the signs of this system changing
Tell me your tales
Who cut the leash?
Who lost the sense of common men?
Who resurrects the dynasties
And breaks morality?
Disgust, spitting out my disgust
Showing you my disgust
My contempt for your small existence
Disgust, all you get is disgust
That’s for kicking my trust
I will smash your throne
You alone
Missed the signs of this system changing
Tell me your tales of greed