歌词
Forcing down twice your fair share
Building yourself up with no means spared
The motivation is nothing more than vanity
This fixation will strip you of your humanity
Your gains are another's loss
This privilege comes at a cost
Who gives the chosen few permission
To a lifestyle, if for the masses
Would expedite our extinction
Pile your plate high
All the while the food banks run dry
What gives you the right to these arms?
Not for protection, simply...
To bask in your reflection?
An attempt to cheat natural selection?