Show me what you got
Everything you're working for
What it takes to be the whore
Take another shot
Post it for the world to see
Filter out humanity
Who holds the paper on the soul
Where is the key to what you own?
You got what you want
But Not What you need
In this conversation, you interrupt yourself
In the song you sing in the story that you tell
What's the point in hunger when you never get your fill?
What's the point in owning anything you'll only kill?