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You

Could buy your way

Out of death

If there's a price just name it

Luck

Ain't running out

It's by your bed

To whisper sweet nothings

Proud

You can impress

With what you possess

Cause that it is all that matters

Life

Is at her best

Yet no one else

Can dream of what you gained

Sad

You're losing sleep

Cause you believe

That your possessions will fade

Mad

The enemies

Are at your door

But you just let them in

Not an Orwellian nightmare

It's just the fucking world you made

And now it's coming for your head

Now

it's just too late

They took it all

But you can't say who are they

Freedom given away

On just one term

Possessing still remains

Not an Orwellian nightmare

It's just the fucking world you made

Now give up everything you've gained

You've gained