Careless life given on a silver plate Illusory conviction that youre more than great Money has no value since its always there Your inner vision has been impaired Somehow, it will not ever change Youll choose the easy way No sweat, no tears, no sand thrown Into your open eyes Youve set a foul game That doesnt know fair play Tell me explain me Where the fucks your shame? Sticky hands, briefcases filled with cash You always end up with the bigger stash One for me five and six for you Under the streetlight no one has a clue Its the way You act That sickens me Your rotten morality failed Spoiling the bunch Parasitizing healthy cells It sickens me It sickens me You always speak using the edge of knife On his anxiety your ego thrives No keys are needed to open any door Grab whats inside and leave him on the floor
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