Emissions from the blast of envy
Flames from the darkest miseries
Ashes of predicted defeats
Soot of guessed mistakes
Carbon of pollutant companions
Venom of dressed masks
Terror of dishonesty and corruption
Freezing in the confined flask
With leashed cork of weak principles
And a terrible djinn for vain care
Magic and Money
Money and Magic
Bought my soul
But not my thunder tragedy
Flames from the darkest plight
Emissions fused by your sight
Ashes burnt in your appearance
I'm enjoying your soot's fragrance
I promise I'll give you whatever you want
But would you buy my horrific tragedy?