In a long line of disconnect
I’ll trade my passion for a dollar
If it’ll get me where I’m going
I just might be better off
As the sun stares into my third eye
I’ll walk the same mile forever
The scales of karma come unwound
as we spin in the wheel of chaos
Every time I start to think
that everything makes perfect sense
someone I love goes off and dies
tears my theory to the ground
Just scattered pieces now of a life
that no longer gets to breathe
Air that’s taken out of you
gets ripped as well right away from me
One by one by one by one
one right after the other
Take these trials which are thrown my way
smash this gauntlet into the ground
The future is a yawning grave
opened wide to catch its next prey
I’ve got a little fight and a riot left
before I bow and exit the stage
I’ll take my passion back and leave your dollar
it’s not worth the ink you wasted
Cough up all the filth from your liar’s den
but it will burn, burn, burn in the fire
Money, money, money, the swine squeals
like a rat trapped in the corner
Made us mad, turned the table, grabbed the whip
drove them all straight into the sea
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