Forgetting the colorful fantasy flights of youth
Now time is money and gold makes the rules
The golden rule is sweet as honey to those who sting without mercy...ultimately causing their owns deaths
"Buzz off people, you're an inconvenient interruption of the self-instruction I'm engaging in.
Stop making me put down my spiritual books, can't you see I'm trying to be godly here, damn...(ed)"
The money markets mock the merchants
who have no cash to sell
It takes money to make money
And costs too much soul acquiring the former
Well ill keep discovering what I'm born into
Keep shedding these onion layers.
Ill use the tears to wash my soul,
Instead of mixing cement for walls.
Four walls is what it seems like I'm contained in
But the butterfly doesn't realize that the cocoon is self-induced.
Like the mind thinks its separate from Reality.
