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you have been told to fight for

your previous wealth, that’s all you know

materialistic rainbow

you chase, until you lose our souls

in the end you won’t remember

there was never really a pot of gold

gather all your bits and pieces

after all we are recyclable

and now you see the world itself

in its slimy, twisted fucked-up ways

would you like to be a child again

with a lack of vision on the true state?

every bit and piece of you will fade

now you’re getting how you have been played

put away the words they fed you with

try to find your own destiny

you have been told to fight for

your previous wealth, that’s all you know

materialistic rainbow

we chase, until we lose our souls

your flesh becoming rotten

it was never meant to last this long

gather all your bits and pieces

after all we are recyclable