more money, more suits

money on the mind, it's a sickness
becoming more common with time
infects the brain, killing creation
an android with written formulas
pretending to be alive
emulating emotions,
convincing itself of the lie

you're lacking oxygen from
your tie being pulled too tight

before ya write anything down
yer thinkin' about the fame
so eager to sell your soul
before an offer is even made
the devil has your contract
all written up, just sign
yer gonna have to pay the toll
more money, more suits in control

you lost the- you lost the-

you lost the point of it all
you lost the- you lost the-
you lost the point of it all

there's no winning,
they already have you trained,
so you're also my enemy
you are my enemy

you're lacking oxygen from
your tie being pulled too tight
suffocating whatever life was left inside

before ya write anything down
yer thinkin' about the fame
so eager to sell your soul
before an offer is even made
the devil has your contract
all written up, just sign
yer gonna have to pay the toll
more money, more suits in control

more money, more suits in control

more money, more suits in control