Maybe the real treasure was the money we made along the way

One dollar to my name and I need a million or more
**** this collar its all the same the boss gets the score
While I act like a ***** for a dollar and stay poor
I welcome death at my door I'm hollow to the core

Hollow to the core longing for nevermore
Empty eyes they've been dry for a year or more
My heart is sore and still life takes more and more
Only option only path my only choice is to end, or...

Struggle to survive walk on and act like I'm really alive
Yeah, like I'm really alive aimless I've missed the time
It's like these rhymes I make they wander listless across the line
Maybe me and my suicidal friends are just a sign of the times

Anti depressants like water and **** like the air we breathe
Loss is always what comes after seeds are planted in earth
Reap the young **** us cause the old have need for wealth
Can't breath buried by bills tossed away if we lose our health

Looking at my till with more cash than I'll ever have
Breaking my will patch it with the stash in the cave
Work till the day I die I know for sure I am a slave
Misery is sold cheap these days its the new wave

Drowning, breaking hearts, while the markets break the chart
I mourn the loss of innocence while I commit evil just to eat
Criminal thief and dealer but I always made that rent
I grow colder my veins icy all the way to the heart

Nowadays I invest in blackrock even as they steal the future
To poor to not play the stocks heal finances like ***** sutures
But its more like I'm locked in stocks while wealth laughs at my fears
If I don't succeed than I can only hope my face will be graced by tears
Only twenty three and I feel the depth of years

**** I think this might be the end
Do you want it, do you need a hand
Applause ****** and roar across the land

Take the hand and bite chew it up and ask do I spit or do I swallow
Lost in sound all night threw it up in a mask taste the spit and bile

Hey stop whats that sound look whats goin round
its ashes to ashes and I keep falling down

The abyss screams at me and I scream silently
No seams left to bust everyone watches intently

Will he stay or will he go
The thread frays when will he die
Its okay no one will know

rent rent rent die

Eye on the prize but I won't grab it
Brains been fried on a skillet
Loaded up with fire on a pallet

On the way down with the face of a clown
Doom in the town death looms all around
Why the long faced frown what have we found

Blood in the paint and I sip it
Mud in the joint when I hit it
Ash in the vein and I slit it

Mirth and merry in a brazen bull
Flesh is scary we'll flay the fool
Hope is scary we'll pay the toll

On the way down with grease painted faces
Darkness unknowns without any traces
Flying straight down like four aces

Tents gather as permanence  loses its moor
Sold it for two pence and went on tour
What a joke to have hope anymore

Hatred for the old gods, god I hate them
We sprung from their ***** and it began
Inducted into the circus right then

Gods sick threw up all over the floor
The odds slick slidin towards war
A ***** an skin splits with black tar
Tin soldiers march after a dark star
We molder under a tyrants charge
Flickering compliance on the verge
Without defiance suffer the purge
Silent laughter after every surge

A tyrant who defies sense and science
Irate eyes die and fry in noncompliance
Half a brains alliance with petulance
Ants who think themselves giants
A gross death squashed by pseudoscience
Until the breath stills they rave and rant
Many a contrivance for the easily pliant
Really dyin because of words on an appliance

Corpses follow me everywhere
Every step is dread on the stair
Me and empty airs always a pair
What do they care

Gods in a zero and ego is the one
Encoded on the sconce carved in bone
Digits grasp at scripts, flicker on the tome
This is no home

Shadow tints off its sheen a wraith
Misty eyes drown a foggy faith
Murdochs docket was a taste
Billions with a face

Senses made listless buzzed and restless
Rinse the gristle till its sodden an lifeless
Spawn pence on a trumpets estrus
Bile wins the race

Air flows through a blue spile
Just leave the corpse on its pile
Ghetto birds nest outside landfills
You'll stay awhile

States of matter are caged, slain, and in pain
State of a master gated golden ghoulish grins
State your worth state it at birth and begin
To not matter is sin

Plaque in the heart black is the art
Cannibals at work called it wal-mart
Consummate greed and our worst part
She's a ****, a ****

A vote another class war lost at the poll
A painful visual till the orbs sunk into my skull
Wistful introspection absorbed into my own soul
Blind to the quiet cull