Paroles de A Fucking Con

You hold one's fate And re-count the value of life A pitiful thing A wallet instead of mind Twisting the way Virtues that used to shine Mentality failed People should live, but die Don't you forget Treat with respect Bodies and minds Of those who pay well How much for a bit of dignity? Am I rich enough to get permission to live? Sell him the hope Give him what he calls for Utter the price It's so alien a word "remorse" Painted green spoils Stained with the innocent lives Receive your bills And lie to prolong his time Take me for trash I don't deserve your care Such a poor guy Here no coins means I die Outcast you say Lost in this spacious globe I'll pass away As I'm not able to pay Moldy dark rooms Faces tormented by time Silence that scares Helplessness hurts, not lies Don't you forget Treat with respect Bodies and minds Of those who pay well