Everybody says equal this and equal that
But all the higher ups know equal lives are not a fact
We all live for us but there’s nothing wrong with that
Money rules the world so we gotta play the game
This printed paper is what makes us all insane
Roll the die, gotta try to get outta this pain, yeah
People living from paycheck to paycheck
While others can afford to save it
It’s funny how paper can make or break life
Turn a honey into a wife
Gold chains, champagne people brain dead
Trample over skeletons to get to the cliffs edge
Where nothing can be taken to the other side
Printed paper
Rules our world
Feeling and morals
Play no part in our world
We are the rioters generation
This is no time for patience
We gotta take back, make stacks, give back
Show the higher ups they messed up when it comes to that
Money messed up my mind, thinking it was the only thing to my life
Formed to believe, I would be nothing with out it
Happiness tied to possessions, but all of this ties to my depression
That my world is ruled by material gain, that all I can grasp would get rid of my worldly pain
Towers of paper sat on by unmoving demons
Staring at the scum standing beneath them
Flammable seats to be burnt by righteous people that will never be turned
Printed paper
Rules our world
Feeling and morals
Play no part in our world
Material gain
Hey
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