Temple of Excess

They built a temple of glass and gold
While the world down below begs
They call it merit when it's theft
They call it luck when the hour devours

One man alone has more than a country
While millions split what doesn't exist
They sell dreams, they charge in lifetimes
Profit is God, and the people are what resists

It's not work, it's hoarding
It's not merit, it's a pen
While some buy rockets
Others can't even buy the bread of each hardship

Temple of excess
Where hunger doesn't enter
Temple of excess
The more it has, the more it feeds
Temple of excess
Built on top of us
A billionaire is just
Hunger disguised as a voice

It's not genius, it's inheritance
It's a system that shields the top
While the ground shakes with hunger
They toast on the top floor, at a gallop

What is a life worth
When one man has it all
What is my sweat worth
In the pocket of the silent one

Temple of excess
Where hunger doesn't enter
Temple of excess
The more it has, the more it feeds

They built a temple of glass and gold
One day that temple, will fall too