Sirius

The only thing taken seriously is profits
LOVE was never a topic
Stocks to the top
Closing bells don't make it stop
The resolve needs to be a evolve They want the wealthy to feed the mob
They don't care who u are just play ur part
Cause the mob feeds the wealthy
we all line the the walls of her belly she feeds us some of those ingenious thinking patterns
fresh from the slaughter house of mana manufactures
the keepers of the captives with options of death and adapting
Man, it ends up in the offspring
No longer into love spreading
seem they've lost their heading
with the detachment and the chemical infection.
How dare they attempt to violently perfect perfection
Damn