Matthew Spencer - Those With Wallets

Another day fuck this nine to five
Let me go let me have a life
Sick and tired of these fucking lies
Let me see just one more sunrise
Every day everything's the same
Fuck the stop signs you can't hit the brakes
Everything's on repeat like i've gone insane
Everyone's determined to make me a fucking zombie

So tear the envelope
Let's rend the flesh from bone
Let's deify those with wallets
Enslave those with empty pockets
Your gods come from below
Building more telescopes
Ignore the world full of hunger
We're all just pigs to be slaughtered

We signed on the dotted line
Gave away our souls to be a prize
Nothing can save us now
We all made ourselves look like stupid clowns
Now all we can do is stand by
As the flames rise
Everything boiling in sight
We're all so sick and tired of the games
It don't matter anyway
When everybody fucking cheats
So tear the envelope
Let's rend the flesh from bone
Let's deify those with wallets
Enslave those with empty pockets
Your gods come from below
Building more telescopes
Ignore the world full of hunger
We're all just pigs to be slaughtered
So tear the envelope
Let's rend the flesh from bone
Let's deify those with wallets
Enslave those with empty pockets
Your gods come from below
Building more telescopes
Ignore the world full of hunger
We're all just pigs to be slaughtered