Is your mind for rent?
I’ve got something to sell
Here’s an unquenchable thirst that you’ll never quell
Try as you might, you can’t catch its tail
So join in the pack down this spiraling trail
If only they all knew, how would it make them feel,
Would it make them sweat, would it make them reel
Cause long ago we forgot one minute detail
Money isn’t real, ain’t that surreal.
We’ve been building our impending achilles heel
Money ain’t even real, how does that make you feel?
Living for zeros behind reflective glass veils
When profits compel, they consume our ideals
Driven by numbers we can never achieve,
Cultivating a world full of liars and thieves,
Why can’t I have more, why can’t he be me?
These are the questions we ask when we’re free
When we’re to blame but can’t handle the shame
Don’t like these cards, can we restart the game?
You’re friends with the dealer, but I don’t know his name
Why should I expect to be treated the same
When connections do more than skills or degrees
And profits demand we chop down the trees
Take everything, and forget to say please
What’s compassion? You’re just weak in the knees
Ruled by men with long lists of demands
Where fools are crucified for defying commands
Never worked a day, what do I do with my hands?
They hear every day, but choose to not understand
Why those without zeros are the ones yelling “take a stand”
It’s hard to see from up there, but the view sure is grand