Aesthetics Versus Architecture - The Builder and the Arsonist lyrics

A meek man built his home out of dirt In view of the kings castle The king frowned upon the man and ordered it to be torn down Is a man the builder, or the arsonist? The lion, or the sheep? The king, or the peasant? The man's wife shivered as they heard a knock upon the door And opposite the door was a knight bearing the news from the king I have a wife and kids he said Where sir, will I live? Where sir? Where the f** will I live? Do we have enough strength to stand on our own two feet? Or have we become too weak? The nation's thrones have gathered dust Leaders k**ed by followers All because, we didn't wanna be told what to do f** the man who thinks he is above me As a species, we are f**ing disgusting Are you the lion, or the sheep? The king, or the peasant? "They bowed their heads to pray for ma**ive strokes and heart attacks"* And holy golden rain We've been starving our artists And feeding our filth But it is our shopping mall hierarchy that is keeping us alive We're building homes just to burn them down Who's the better because of it We have nothing The man said, "I will not go away as a monster, but as a tragedy"** So, he set fire to the town And stormed the gates of the castle And holding the king by the hair he said, "You are no more than me, and I am no less than you" Then he cut and sat upon the throne We have nothing