I must confess, its for the best.
Im depressed, its not about death.
Its this mess i see called duality.
The cause of right and wrong.
This may go beyond belief.
At least Ill get some relief.
We ride on our pride and yet I cannot confide.
I die inside I do hope you realize.
Stop your sorrows, cause I'ill live like there's no tomorrow.
Money, its so funny, SELL SELL SELL!
We're all going to HELL HELL HELL!
Profit on the WAR!
Treat them all like a WHORE!
TAKE AIM! FIRE! HEY WE GOT A BUYER!
Frivolous this is, its all a big MESS!
Depressed I am in this formality.
In this, a causality.