Greed indefinitely corrupts those who become opulent
those who enter Buddha's palace don't want to leave
those temples of bones of them who've paid for our deficits
no one wants to be there, it's better to loot their corpses than grieve

If you fall off the horse you get back on
If the horse falls first take your bags and leave
be the one man caravan; independent and free
but just like the horse you're only a pawn

I left my heart with the one who loved me
can't get it back, I forgot who it was
nomads take what you need, travel to the country
don't stir the locals, they're covered in blood

Time will tell you that nothing is really gold,
if you don't learn to let go your hands will turn green
people are possessions or so I've been told
everybody is a sell out, no money is clean

You can ignore me, my poor speak, the angst makes me weak
I don't care what you all think, am I a hypocrite? Yes.
What's he point? realities a *****, I can't get answers, there's no truth to seek
Opaque fog over everything I do, my body is fine, my mind is a mess.