Riches back to rags, clutching to the past
Straying from the path, gutter from the stars
If humility comes to humble me
Ostracized by the power of the masses
(Hypnotized by the hunter, Midas touch with a sleight of hand)
In my time of need, will I be free?
I was compromised when the treasure made a fool of me
(I'm criticized for the slander, repentance heal my broken wing)
Riches back to rags, clutching to the past
Straying from the path, gutter from the stars
If humility comes to humble me
In my time of need, will I be redeemed?
