Everyone dies, everyone loves a fight
Nothing is sound, nothing is right side right
Evening comes when the sun goes down in red
Nothing is cool
When will all the fighting end?
Happy is a yuppie word
Nothing in the world could fall me now
It's empty as an argument
I'm running down a life that won't cash out
Everything falls
Everything runs its course
A time and a place for all of this love and war
Everyone buys, everyone's got a price
Nothing is new, when will all the failures rise
Happy is a yuppie word
Blessed is the man who's lost it all
Looking for an orphanage
I;m looking for the a bridge I can't burn down
I don't believe the emptiness
I'm looking for the kingdom coming down
Everything is meaningless
I want more than simple cash can buy
Happy is a yuppie word
Nothing is sound
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