Table of Wolves

Verse 1

Look at these bloated fools sitting around a golden table

Stuffing their gullets with meat they never hunted

Sucking the marrow out of working people's lives and spitting out the gristle

You take the whole harvest, you hoard the seed, you drain the well dry

And then you have the audacity to ask why the pack is standing at the tree line

Watching your lips drip with fat

You think you built an empire, but you just built a slaughterhouse

And now the gate is broken down

Chorus

The wolves are at the feast

Dripping crimson from their jaws

Tearing through the silk, chewing through the leather

You ate until you burst

Now we devour the gatherers of greed

Nothing left for you to take back

Nothing left but the blood on the table

Verse 2

I see you smiling with grease on your chin, talking about profit margins

While families eat air and drink promise

You buy another yacht using money carved straight off somebody else's back

You push everyone into the dirt and act surprised when the dirt starts moving

There is no mercy in an empty stomach

No philosophy when the winter comes

We are not asking for a turn at the plate anymore

We are knocking the whole spread onto the dirt

Chorus

The wolves are at the feast

Dripping crimson from their jaws

Tearing through the silk, chewing through the leather

You ate until you burst

Now we devour the gatherers of greed

Nothing left for you to take back

Nothing left but the blood on the table

​[Verse 3]

You thought your money would buy you armor against real hunger

You thought a high wall would keep out the smell of your own decay

Now the dark has eyes and every single one of them is staring at your throat

Your golden spoons are useless now

Your account balances cannot buy a single second of peace

We are taking back every single drop you stole

And leaving your empty silver platters in the red mud

​[Chorus]

The wolves are at the feast

Dripping crimson from their jaws

Tearing through the silk, chewing through the leather

You ate until you burst

Now we devour the gatherers of greed

Nothing left for you to take back

Nothing left but the blood on the table