As if my spirit was to be flensed in a slaughterhouse
My dead flesh had then been carved, and offered up
It was for the pleasure of the emperor, who hungered
As he amassed treasures, his pleasures, and his clout
I was broken for his enjoyment as he then lathered up
He lived lavishly, richly he appreciated as I suffered
The emperor isn't alone, our world is made of greed
I was nothing but a person and I was made to bleed
My words were thought lies, my truth met with doubt
There was nothing I could do, I was turned inside out
And whatever I might do, my words could not prevail
In the eyes of all, I had constantly failed
And whatever I would do
The emperor's view was seen as true
