Die Young Lonely At The Top
He sprayed his brains upon the wall - another masterpiece
May he rest in peace...
Behind flimsy facades of safety, comfort and luxury,
Their hearts hearken the call of siren songs in their secret dreams
To lust and squander all
When the last horizon is reached, the final challenge won,
What then will fill the void of at last being content?
Glut yourselves, there's no escape from the pain
How many lives have been betrayed by American Dreams?
The obituary reads: another wealthy man paints his masterpiece
Why is it that those who sleep on the streets would rather live to see another day?
We need the struggle to survive
