The Sin of Sloth

This is how we live

Sacrificing our own bodies

For the benefit

Of masquerading as bourgeoisie

But the way they live

Will never be replicated

By five-figure men

Propping up what they've created

All that we have

And all that we are is

Defined by the things that we make

The sin of sloth

Is all that we got

So sleep while you can because no one can take that away

Take what you can get

Father worked himself to death to

Give to me this gift

Up to me to do the rest and

I'm a hypocrite

I've become the thing I hated

But I won't forget

All my labor confiscated

All that we have

And all that we are is

Defined by the things that we make

Somewhere in the shadows

Somewhere in the dark

Is someone who is waiting to take

All that we have

And all that we are is

Defined by the things that we make

The sin of sloth

Is all that we got

So sleep while you can because no one can take that away