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 free?
(Ostracised by the power of the masses
I was compromised
When the treasure made a fool of me)
(Hypnotised by the hunter
Midas touch with a sleight of hand
I'm critised 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?
