In the brumal city , i read twisted lines
A town , filled with fucked up lies
Fairytales and their restless guides
While fear reigns in empty sizes
Leaders and their endless pride
They long for a luxury ride
Capitalism, it eats you wide
In the empty streets , humans cried
Heading to a vivid rest
We live In a shit-hole fest
Carved scars in our anguish chest
And is Money is our dearest guest
We live in an never ending loop
Longing for the merest hoop
For money , we're ready to whoop
Stupid changes that affects our mood
