Take the wealth, take the health
In anger unleash shame, no fame
disguise your love yes with a shove
i care no less how far your mess
apparitions are never real, not a deal
our idea of past age still stays a mirage
what you want turns to get you burnt
success starts with a little control, your role.
scratch my back, i scratch yours
heal my wounds and i aid yours
show me a smile and i reveal mine
no wonder we live in a box and some tux
small wonder i let it all go
a driver of a load full of doe
a puppet of men saying i will
a fun spot lost direction, no thrill
In the revive of my survive
i walk as one but yet not alone
the vision of defeat beneath me
the thrill of success envelop me
Behold i raise a finger in desperation
to announce the greatness i yet have inside
the desire to be better than i have ever been
the position to remember most the love gone cold
take a spear, a sword and a shield
pierce, slice and secure all the field
riches are planted like a seed of corn
all that is required is patience in thorn