Business is your life
Two kids, a beautiful wife
Upper class, high society
The foundation of your ideal
You feel much too safe
In your palace, in your grave
Now i'm here for first hours
You are my host, i'll take your powers
I'm the one who rapes your mind
I'm the one who steals your pride
I'm the one who takes away
I'm a liar, a parasite
I'll take what i need
I don't kill, just want you to bleed
Your goods and your sking
I use your esteem to get in
No one knows what i am
Only you, but you can't tell
No one of them would understand
That they hold a parasites' hand
Recognize the spots coming from within
Burning like a shoot, a nail under your skin
No chance to run away' cause i'm remaining
Your fucking last days
