Always, always wanting more. To preserve the interest of flaunting the amassed pile of keepsakes littering my floor.

*The stains on my knees are green from begging to the world
The tips of my fingers are tarnished with the green blood of dead men

Spend everything earned we are told we can gain by wasting away with the fruits of labor rotting in disbelief
My mom and dear old dad's contributions may not have looked like much but it is what we expected all along

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And I'll still be searching for a way to square up long after my last breath
A new generation of traps are yet to be set the bait is promise and the prey looks a lot like me