A Manifesto Of Tangible Wealth Lyrics

Emily sets this privileged corpse, "my baby suffers no struggle."

Daddy holds tight, chromed a kiss on a platter he answers like way to a high vote.



(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. Stethoscopes can't hear the faintest.

Every night's a fight.



Have you ever seen a life much sadder?

Distill your blood, still you climb, still you climb.