Oh father fortune!
Why do they worship you?
You feed their brains
And fill their veins
With this power, poison, greed and gain
This dependency
Will take its toll on me we're
All oppressed slaves
Destitute and now depraved
We're obsessed
To possess
All these things to excess
And we're constantly dressed to impress
You keep them coming for more
They keep their knees to the floor
Bowing down to all their golden gods
And invading their every thought
You keep me coming for more
You make me your little whore
I need you, plead you, let me go!
Freedom's something that I'll never know
Oh paper prince,
You now have me convinced
That I'm a fool for you (fool for you)
Consumed to consume
But that won't suffice, and I'll pay the price
You dangle on a string
Almost everything
This is a rebellion to the riches
And it's your soul that you will sell
So burn me with all of the witches but you're the one under the spell

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