Sycophant

Self-seeking fawning parasites
Flashing silver tongues and sardonic smiles
Dressing themselves in fine weave and riches
They frightfully conceal the rotten skin they are in
Gaining wealth, forgetting all but self
Faithful devotion to the spirit of the age
And the only things passed on to the grasp of the heir
Are the insolence they breathe and the moniker they bear:

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Cut out their tongues and give them a heart
Burn the egos that brought them this far
Teach them compassion and show them regret
Then take it all away
Let them burn in hell

Make sure number one is dressed to the nines
And gather your kin and paint them black as the night
The fainéant flesh enveloping your bones
As horrid testament of your perverted gold

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Let them burn in their worldly hell



Credits
Writer(s): Jelle Laurijssen
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