They ride the clouds they scrape the sky

Selling dreams they amplify

Rubber-stamped truths they justify

The world’s a boardroom they occupy

Look them in the eye stop the charade

Shadows where their empires fade

Flying high on lies they trade

But the core will break the masquerade

Private planes pierce the night

Genuine swagger they claim is right

Casting a net of endless might

But the ground always waits for the flight

Look them in the eye stop the charade

Shadows where their empires fade

Flying high on lies they trade

But the core will break the masquerade

Even in death their voices remain

Echoing power they cannot contain

Building idols of gold and disdain

But every empire crumbles under strain

Look them in the eye stop the charade

Shadows where their empires fade

Flying high on lies they trade

But the core will break the masquerade