It all gets (Bitter in the End)

If I spread to moan the nights

Or hold my hands to praise my King

Then I’ll throw quarters at the poor

Maybe change will clothe and feed

The effort’s more than broken needs

It's an only world

So tear through your own desires

But leave the leaves on trees

Cuz freedom pays the taxes

And maybe words might treat disease

But the filthy still stay wealthy

So the cancer never leaves

I’m excited for extinction

If we die then we might live

And I’m forever in a hope

Alone this lonely only world

So let it sink…