Текст: Cry Of The Afflicted. Built To Fall.

Each platform a conquest you aim for.
Each step an honor worth killing for.
Your stock will rise and not fall.
If you sell them short
and pull them off the wall.

Climbing on backs of the broken.
Scraping you're gaining traction.
It's easy, the path to summit.
The apex of social ranking.

Still standing, the tower's been raised up.
Your goal, a perfect view from the top.
Can't stop, you know you can't wait.
Or you'll be pulled down by the ones you've disgraced.

Tremors, you feel vibrations growing.
Status forgotten, panic grips you tight.
Not tight enough, not soon enough.
No rescue coming, you're on your own

(Thanks to David for these lyrics)