Recorded by Brette Ciamarra at Studio 344
You left your friends and paved your way to the top with the shit you said you'd never do, I fuckin believed in you. Four years, a business degree, white picket fence and broken dreams.
"I'll never do that."
"I'm doing what's right."
"This isn't for me"
You fucking liar
"It's how you make it"
Your mind's corrupt, your only concern is not going bankrupt.
Might as well throw your ambition in a cage, we sell our souls or work for minimum wage.
Your only faith is in money.
Religion of dollars and cents.
Kill the poor, praise the wealthy.
Your salary is your fix.
You let your self worth be fueled by the greed you hate.
You signed the contract, sold your soul for the American Dream.
Not til I'm ready to die, will I leave this behind. The only thing I put myself into.
Fuck money, Fuck the 1%, Fuck you for even thinking I'd quit.
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