Our brain is a knife
It does too good in taking a person's life
It creates sceneries
With blood red stains and dirty black
Everything to fill what it lacks
It's diseased
But I can't do anything about it
Not when olive green's more important than a fresh green
On a pallete
What's on my wallet?
It needs to be filled
To survive in this field
You need to sacrifice your life
For the cash price
That makes the world go round
To the spiraling dark underground
Selfishness and greed
What they think is what we need
It makes the world go round
To a spiraling abyss
Oh let's go in I insist
Sacrifice everything for it to be found
While we all go down
But it doesn't matter right?
Altruism who?
What matters is we take a bite
For it to expand to our doom
Secrecy, secret rooms
That's our world today
Doing what we do best!
Survival of the fittest!
Can't wait for that last pay day!
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