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