Misanthropes - Elysium

Forests of acacia
Winter strides in desert sands
Demons that hate ya
Wiggling toes and curvy hands
The place that awaits ya
Desolate and dreary lands
The wind it takes ya
Bending air like rubber bands
The ghosts they make ya
Tolerate what you can't stand
The sights that await ya
Are nothing like the words you say
The things that break ya
Are talked about every day
They scare the good in life away
Coming from Elysium
We're running out of time
Punished for the deeds I've done
Committed many crimes
I am from the green gardens of stoics and red wine
Laying in the fields of sin
To see what I can find
Playing on the cash we win to crucify your mind
Slaying the corrupt king and breaking from the bind
Freedom of everything
The vision of our kind
Beating the corporate sting
Escaping from the grind
Sitting lonely and calling for the promises of gold
Expectations soon subside
Our sorrows still do cry
Looking over the rolling fields of anguish and lost deals
Scowling faces in my eyes
I'm severing my ties
Rolling in from tapis bars and burying my scars
Wading in a no-man's land
I cannot bear to stand
Get all my money now
Get all my money now let's go
Get all my money now
Get all my money now let's go
In a field of angels that walk along the banks of broken dreams
A veil hopelessness
Cast upon the mediocre sheep
Get all my money now
Get all my money now let's go
Get all my money now
Get all my money now let's go
Get all my money now
Get all my money now let's go
Get all my money now
Get all my money now let's go
In a field of angels that walk along the banks of broken dreams
A veil hopelessness
Cast upon the mediocre sheep
Get all my money now
Get all my money now let's go
Get all my money now
Get all my money now let's go

Written by:
Magnus Frable

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