All hail the shrine to the apex of self-absorption
All hail the shrine, you worshippers of corruption
You're so impressed with yourself
Self-centered and unaware
You bask in your own decline
Your stench pollutes the air
You're a monument to yourself

And the monuments you've made to yourself, will one day come crashing to the ground
You are your own demise

Just look at what you've made us; greedy, bloated, shameless whores
Integrity is sold so cheaply to feed the greedy and rob the poor

And the monuments you've made to yourself, will one day come crashing to the ground
And the crowns you wear that you gave yourself so we would stare will one day fall around your neck as you draw your final breath
You are your own demise

All your kings will be made low (x3)
You would not see but you were shown
And the monuments you've made to yourself, will one day come crashing to the ground
And the crowns you wear that you gave yourself so we would stare will one day fall around your neck as you draw your final breath
You are your own demise

All hail the shrine (x3)
To the apex of self absorption