iv The Sect
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
Ostracized 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 criticized 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?