Текст песни CIOS - Пир во время чумы

Sitting behind the walls of their mansions
With interiors of gilding,
You think you are gods of themselves
And the thought that you can do anything.

For the millions of hours of your time but not forever.
Eternal life is not bought for cash.
Time goes by, and the hour will come -
Money will become your stake in the throat.

Feast or Famine - oozing pus your food!
Fat swam out your brains and body.
Feast or Famine - oozing pus your food!
World quite a while in your homes.

Overall poverty - the people on the brink of starvation,
You do anything for them will not.
You do not care, that's no reason for you
You forgot at whose expense getting fat.