Wrapped in the madness of money
Will you stop when this ain’t funny?
Roll of the dice might kill tomorrow
Hiding in the shadows you always borrow
Still scrounge for absolutely nothing
This is how you love the end that’s coming
Probing at the new contamination
Enjoying the finale of the heartless nation
Pleading for another shot at fear
Ignore what you don’t want to hear
Abandoned by your own dreams
Victory by any kind of means
Guilt left you so long ago
Demanding opportunity is so-so
Trigger to which you abide
Cutting out with overjoyed pride
Ruthless husk of a new form
Steal and cheat from the day you were born

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