[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Tantalized by the cockroach and its promise (Blinded by a fickle fortune)
I fantasized (Flying with gold wings) about soaring with golden wings (Diamonds in my eyes)

Hypnotized (Hypnotized by) by (Tantalized) the cockroach and its promise (By the cockroach) (Blinded by the grand illusion)
I was compromised (Lured by a fool's gold) by a treasure that was fit for fools (Golden wings to fly)

[Pre-Chorus]
The hunter draws closer to its prey

[Verse 2]
Vacantly I was gazing at the mirage
I yearned to be an apostle of the self-made man
Hopelessly I bathed in my ignorance
Desperately toking on the roach of irony

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) My fickle fortune beckoned
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) A treasure fit for fools

The hunter draws closer to its prey

[Verse 3]
I blindly wandered down the golden path
In pursuit of a misbegotten dream
The Great Gatsby whispered in my ear
The road from rags to riches leads nowhere
[Pre-Chorus]
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) The grand illusion beckoned
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) With promises of deceit

[Chorus 1]
The Cockroach King sits on his throne
With the Midas touch and a heart of stone
An empire built on guile and greed
A bleeding ground for those who heed

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) The grand illusion's faded
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) The hunter snares its prey

(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) I fear and loathe the cockroach
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) The mirage melts away

[Chorus 2]
The Cockroach King sits on his throne
With the Midas touch and a heart of stone
An empire built on guile and greed
A bleeding ground for those who heed

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Lured by a treasure that was fit for fools (Searching for the truth)
Lost in this labyrinth in search of the truth (With your promises of deceit)
Trapped in your kingdom built on greed and guile (Built on greed and guile)
Only to find the insects have multiplied
[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus 3]
The Cockroach King of guile and greed
With a broken crown he's left to bleed
An empire falling to its knees
A bleeding ground for those who heed

[Outro]
I longed to be a disciple of the cockroach (Blinded by the grand illusion)
I was hopelessly (The roach of irony) choking on the roach of fallacy (Blackened wings to fly)

Thankfully (Thankfully when) when the (Longed to be a disciple) mirage finally melted (Burning ashes of the hunter)
The impurity (Flying with black wings) of the cockroach was revealed to me (Scattered in the sky)