Our greatest hurry, no need to worry, it's all been planned before, just like you wanted it.
It's all been laid out, no chance to fade out, no chance for pride but still you all flaunted it.
Pixels and leather, it doesn't get better, it only falls apart, just like your little heart.
Fox fur and chrome, yet we're all so alone, not what you expected, your envy, it falls apart.
Guided by pictures, blinded by scriptures, only the prophet can get in your pocket.
Green in your eyes, you've accepted the lies, you could have escaped it but you wouldn't lock it.
Sugar-cubes and spices, status quo and vices, isn't it a little hard when all your life has turned to paper.
Gold rings and hi-tops, I'll die if I stop, come on and die with me, let's turn to vapor.