The sky is still falling, is there any end in sight?
|
And some are talking to themselves as missiles fly
|
through the night
|
But in the beginning there were words with half a cause
|
Now everyone is singing it and waiting for the applause
|
|
They don't think about you when the payments keep on coming
|
But only to use you for a way
|
|
To make themselves appear like an angel in the room
|
They soothe their guilty conscience and tell it what to do
|
Synthetic compassion and some poor-mouth bad advice
|
To get ahead they lay in bed and sleep safe all through the night
|
|
A million to nothing, like zombies they are frightening
|
Just smile and wave and pass on by
|
Denial is so strong but the guilt just keeps it going
|
And give them a reason to say "hi"
|
|
-----------------
|
Kill The Rich
|
| No Use For A Name |
