Glutton from Dead Reflections by Homesick

We all sit on a cloud of lies
Ignorance is bliss with hazel eyes
School halls, concrete walls
Submit yourself to collect your wealth

Politics is a money game
Politics is money and fame

Eat the rich, build a brick wall
Live your life, watch the world fall
We’re all dying here

Heaven, what will you do when you’re six feet under the ground?
Your expensive won’t get you far
All your clothes, all your shoes
Lose your phone and find your soul

All the lies, all the cheats
All the fakes that make their way to the top

And you disregard everybody else as you play God
In the clouds, looking down
Play your games and watch them drown

Your mind is vile
You’re a wolf in sheep’s wool
You’re a catcall and an offer of a cocktail
Then you’ll do what you want, because daddy pays the bail

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