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They neither live nor work,

Sucking blood from the future.

And not one of us gave a fuck,

So what else could we expect?

You are the cheap tape,

The thin paper that covers cracks.

Gamble with time,

Servile but ruthless.

And it grows and it shows,

That I could never feel the same,

The way they do,

About the glimmer of gold;

You get what you deserve for time well served.

Sit out; play the game; leave the scum to float.

Draw targets on brothers' back.

Assured of accrued treasure...

...plus your fiddle.

And it grows and God knows

That I will never feel the same,

The way you do,

About the glimmer of gold.