Sugar / Money

Can’t you write a plot
That terrifies your lot?
No trophy down the line
Take a blind joyride
I’m terrified of ploys
That terrify my joys
They’re feeding wrong desires
Sugar for my pie
Can’t you write a plot
That terrifies your lot?
No trophy down the line
Take a blind joyride
This is all that you get to refine
This is all that you get to begrime
It’s all that you get to define
It’s all that you get to decline
At times we’re under water
Or walk about like wolves
We sleep and forget
Can’t you write a plot
That terrifies your lot?
No trophy down the line
Take a blind joyride
I grab some wine and dine
Drop a brick and smile
The glazing on my pride
Magnifies the light
Born to arrive, my goals are moving lights
Born to arrive, a ghost on a spinning bike
This is all that you get to refine
This is all that you get to begrime
It’s all that you get to define
It’s all that you get to decline