Buried Idols

You've got yourself wrapped around this
It will dig your grave
You should know the empty things of this world digs you a shallow grave
The wealth you crave is holding you back from the truth
Will the heart become so callused from self-deceit?
There is more than stacking stones, one by one,
Making walls because your castle is bound to fall
Stacking stones, one by one
The day will come when a wealthy man will lose it all
When the prideful men will be humbled
and the arrogant struck-down
You should know the empty things of this world digs you a shallow grave
The wealth you crave is holding you back from the truth
Will the heart become so callused from self-deceit?
Now gain the whole world, you will never have enough