If you really want to live
Dance with me in the cold dead moonlight
Think not what you could give
Take it all
Not a penny for a lifeline
Choked out, skies blackened with pride
Ripped out like a thorn in your side
So hungry
You feast on gold
The fire won't numb the cold
Frightened and content in pain
They suffer
They remain
How's it feel bitch
At the end of the road
Will the money help
When you're rotting alone
Choked out, skies blackened with pride
Ripped out like a thorn in your side
Bulldoze just to say you won
Pity from the starving public
Share wealth with blood and guns
So untouchable
So mindless
You feast on souls
Fire won't save you from the cold
Alone now
Forever
Stacks of bills never made a good deathbed
So hungry
You feast on gold
The fire won't numb the cold
Frightened and content in pain
They suffer
They remain