Blanket white, dirty nights, dim the lights can we make this right for just one moment?
You may be brilliant but you aren't the best
You can tell a desperate man by how he's dressed
Count your blessings, not your cars
The children just want your heart
Count your blessings, not your cars
You pathetic piece of art
The world doesn't live for you
The world doesn't live for you
That color doesn't work on you
The world doesn't love you
But you live for it
You can always tell the scent of the desperate
They'll earn gold even if they're reckless
Show the kid just how you're desperate
Make them watch you lie [?] your pockets
(…you need to understand that you are nothing more than a spoke in this wheel called Earth,
and that when you perish, once you leave, the world will continue turing without hesitation…)
These witches have diamonds lining their pocket, but they have nothing
Don't you look up to them
Don't you set your eyes on them
Don't you look up to them
You are better than this
Pull yourself together
All we know is falling apart and it seems, it's only glowing colder
And I'll let myself believe that cities beyond these limits could exist
With good intention
With great ambitions