Money, clothes, boys,Food and jewellery
None of which breathes logic, all of them cruel.
Come and go as you please, I say
Secretly, bleeding for more
I will have another serving, I say
Long gone, worn, married or old.
'Be happy with what you have', Right
Your eyes tell lies
And the lyrics, blind.
Pride, greed, lust,
Chemical imbalances and such
Panic at the break of dawn, and slumber while the city trolls.
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