A Manifesto Of Tangible Wealth Lyrics

Eloise sits, this privelaged corpse,
A mundance pace offers no sturggle
Denny holds tight,
Chrome death kiss on a platter,
He enters a raid to a hive

(What do you want to be?)
Who do you want to be?
Or would you rather die here tonight?
This is a knot in your rope of cubicles and apparel.
Draw business with syringes
A stethascopes can hear the faint ticks, of the 9 to 5

Have you ever seen a life much sadder?
Distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb.