Flightmode - Dexomnia

Smoking dollars while you're dealing in cents
Is like the junkie in the gutter who don't make any sense
He can't rub two checks to pay off the rent
And his old folks haven't heard or seen of him since
Making money is a means to an end
When it gets you on and then off your head
Woke up done it all again
Nobody's body aint been with him since
All for one and one for all
We said
Was never meant to be a code
He said
Digging deeper in the dirt to get you out of your hole
Is like swimming in quicksand it'll swallow you whole
Yet I still watch you lay another brick in the wall
Too numb to realize the higher up you are the harder you fall
But that's not your fault you forgot to hold
Onto your moral code and I hope you know that
Greed is a field where little grass will grow
Because weeds are a plant that kill what you sow
Take an eye for an eye
And a pound for a penny
Pay the price for the bitter hypocrisy
Double dealing in deceit but it's easy to see
How the miser puts the miser into misery
All for one and one for all
We said
Was never meant to be a code
He said
Take an eye for an eye
And a pound for a penny
Take an eye for an eye
And a pound for a penny
Take an eye for an eye
And a pound for a penny
Take an eye for an eye
And a pound for a penny
Take an eye for an eye
And a pound for a penny
Pay the price for the bitter hypocrisy
Take an eye for an eye
And a pound for a penny
Smoking dollars while you're dealing in cents
Is like a junkie on tick it don't make any sense
He can't kick the habit he's a case of the bends
Life and death running from his own shadow again
Making money is a fair weather friend
When it gets you on and then off your head
Woke up done it all again
Nobody's body aint been with him since

Written by:
Jeremy Wan

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