A penny for your thoughts
A dollar for your soul
Few more shining pieces
And now we're on a roll.
The world which runs
on paper and coin,
Be it for food, or house
Pleasure of ****
We sell our bodies,
And not our souls
Though some sales will
Be worth more than gold
It's the world we choose.
The world we thrive in.
The world we'll lose
If we keep on lying.
Shiny bobbles and trinkets
Do not measure what lies within
To ignore this fact
Indeed would be sin
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 1:05 PM UTC
A penny for your thoughts
A dollar for your soul
Few more shining pieces
And now we're on a roll.
The world which runs
on paper and coin,
Be it for food, or house
Pleasure of ****
We sell our bodies,
And not our souls
Though some sales will
Be worth more than gold
It's the world we choose.
The world we thrive in.
The world we'll lose
If we keep on lying.
Shiny bobbles and trinkets
Do not measure what lies within
To ignore this fact
Indeed would be sin
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