Grey Matter

Album: Beautiful Prison
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Cash is king unless you’re queen, in which case it’s your servant
Smash the things that prevent you from getting what you want
Self-worth multiplies like flies when the landfill rises
Burning wreckage for the steam to make your dreams come true

CHORUS
Sacrifice your family
Just so you can make believe
Multiply your enemies
You are worth it
Give the keys to your disease
Sell the truth to be deceived
Only then can you perceive that
You are worth it

She sports a rock so big, it gave her wrist arthritis
She knows, her choice of clothes, breed love and jealousy
She goes, from point to point, in a box that locks the retina
She flirts with bankruptcy, but ain’t that worth a soul?

CHORUS and such

She lays herself on down and takes her final breath
She lays herself on down and enters into death
She lays herself on down and left what she possessed
She lays herself on down and left what she possessed
She is gone.
All is gone