| Song | Without Prejudice |
| Artist | Protest the Hero |
| Album | Volition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Wealth is a sick man’s game. | |
| Those who have it and those who hunger for it. | |
| To the victor go the spoils of fame—those who seek it, and those who abhor it. | |
| Evil is a very real concept, boiling in the bellies of the graceful. | |
| Toiling in the fortress in their complex, to our employers we are faithful. | |
| A number arises and there’s a spark in the eye, obscuring the vision, clouding the mind. | |
| “I am the authority on who deserves what. | |
| To continue your prosperity, you’ve gotta pay a little cut. | |
| We’ll be ruthless and cutthroat and get what we deserve. | |
| We’ll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve.” When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack and break. | |
| When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the Earth will shake. Knuckle bones now exposed—true intention, self serving goals. | |
| Bank accounts that tell of rape. | |
| The plates will shift, the Earth will shake. | |
| Evil is a very real concept, dancing in the diner to your upset. | |
| Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth. | |
| Their only success is our defeat. | |
| So drape yourself in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights, and jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new heights. | |
| Revel in the adoration you acquire. Dive into the altruism you inspire. | |
| Then sit back and pour a drink, relax cause no one sees the other half. The same qualities that you despise are the qualities you personify. | |
| Dig deep and find your buried heart. I know it’s in there somewhere. | |
| Acquisition isn’t all there is, and no one’s too broken they can’t be repaired. Revisions of histories et al. abound. | |
| It flatters me now. It flatters me now… | |
| ”Hey spin that song back, it’s my favourite. It flatters me now.” |
| Wealth is a sick man' s game. | |
| Those who have it and those who hunger for it. | |
| To the victor go the spoils of fame those who seek it, and those who abhor it. | |
| Evil is a very real concept, boiling in the bellies of the graceful. | |
| Toiling in the fortress in their complex, to our employers we are faithful. | |
| A number arises and there' s a spark in the eye, obscuring the vision, clouding the mind. | |
| " I am the authority on who deserves what. | |
| To continue your prosperity, you' ve gotta pay a little cut. | |
| We' ll be ruthless and cutthroat and get what we deserve. | |
| We' ll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve." When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack and break. | |
| When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the Earth will shake. Knuckle bones now exposed true intention, self serving goals. | |
| Bank accounts that tell of rape. | |
| The plates will shift, the Earth will shake. | |
| Evil is a very real concept, dancing in the diner to your upset. | |
| Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth. | |
| Their only success is our defeat. | |
| So drape yourself in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights, and jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new heights. | |
| Revel in the adoration you acquire. Dive into the altruism you inspire. | |
| Then sit back and pour a drink, relax cause no one sees the other half. The same qualities that you despise are the qualities you personify. | |
| Dig deep and find your buried heart. I know it' s in there somewhere. | |
| Acquisition isn' t all there is, and no one' s too broken they can' t be repaired. Revisions of histories et al. abound. | |
| It flatters me now. It flatters me now | |
| " Hey spin that song back, it' s my favourite. It flatters me now." |
| Wealth is a sick man' s game. | |
| Those who have it and those who hunger for it. | |
| To the victor go the spoils of fame those who seek it, and those who abhor it. | |
| Evil is a very real concept, boiling in the bellies of the graceful. | |
| Toiling in the fortress in their complex, to our employers we are faithful. | |
| A number arises and there' s a spark in the eye, obscuring the vision, clouding the mind. | |
| " I am the authority on who deserves what. | |
| To continue your prosperity, you' ve gotta pay a little cut. | |
| We' ll be ruthless and cutthroat and get what we deserve. | |
| We' ll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve." When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack and break. | |
| When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the Earth will shake. Knuckle bones now exposed true intention, self serving goals. | |
| Bank accounts that tell of rape. | |
| The plates will shift, the Earth will shake. | |
| Evil is a very real concept, dancing in the diner to your upset. | |
| Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth. | |
| Their only success is our defeat. | |
| So drape yourself in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights, and jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new heights. | |
| Revel in the adoration you acquire. Dive into the altruism you inspire. | |
| Then sit back and pour a drink, relax cause no one sees the other half. The same qualities that you despise are the qualities you personify. | |
| Dig deep and find your buried heart. I know it' s in there somewhere. | |
| Acquisition isn' t all there is, and no one' s too broken they can' t be repaired. Revisions of histories et al. abound. | |
| It flatters me now. It flatters me now | |
| " Hey spin that song back, it' s my favourite. It flatters me now." |