If It Makes You God

Big city, worthless entity
It’s all about overvalued and profane
Plastics become kings
Culture of paranoia
The illusion of being alive, it wraps around our necks
Money talks but I promise one day I’ll break its jaw apart
If it makes you god, will you give that up?
Feel your fingers work to the bone
Selective judgments based on cars and mansions
Shower me with lies, medicate me blind
Expecting more but no paradise beyond
I’m always down for substance and sex
You’re no way better than me
Basic shithole where diversity is in its narrowest sense
Just bring me to my fuckin knees, beauty queen
I’ve always loved you, but best without any eyes
I’m a cheap whore and I want it all