I want all of the things
that make
people want to be me
but I don’t want to be greedy
I want success, I want money
(I don’t need the money)
Oh god, I hate that that is a lie
And I don’t believe in god
And I need the fucking money to survive
the trouble is all of the places I idolized
and dreamed of working for
turned out to be just money grubbing whores
and they’re signing contracts with men
that are okay with dropping bombs on people’s heads
remember when people had thoughts inside of them
beyond I want money, drugs, fame, and sex
I think we used to know what compassion was didn’t we
We should bring it back, make it trendy
Put it in a pop song and maybe people will care again
All of the caring went out with anything indie
I want it all
But the problem is I know too much, and I really hate them
to try and get it
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