Paroles de Values

A man of sleeves and pockets full His story has no theme In the end his life is so empty All he has are dreams Enprisioned by his ignorance He bets on darkened odds In the end he's so faithless All he has are gods Empowered by his inner gloom His life keeps on burning In the end he's so poor All he has is money Oh his honor, oh his honesty His values have no value Oh his virtues, his integrity His values have no value A blended glass of miseries A toast to his blindness In the end he's so stranded His only light is darkness With his blank soul, with his heart of stone He will die forevermore As the world crawls trough it's agony He pays to live in war With no honor, with no honesty He will die forevermore As the world crawls trough it's agony He pays to live in war