Currency rules over your soul desire From that your aspect has changed Far more than I thought could be acquired You're just looking for something to say
But you can't spit it out Unless the topic is greed It's how you sustain your career It's how you sew the seeds of dis-certainty
How long can you go before you run out of material? You'll be a deer trapped in the headlights quite soon I couldn't imagine a better place for you
Destroying a city through it's people How do you sleep at night? Knowing conflicts and fights break out over feeble things Tell me what do think you bring to the table a love story or a fable of how you're the richest mother fucker in town behind decent sounding sounds.