Self-made

I'll love this world todayAnd I'll hate it tomorrowThere's nothing sacred to meThere's nothing to make me stoopNo one wiped my assAnd I don't turn the other cheekI love daydreamingBut it's my policyto make my dreams come trueNo more if'sZeros try to determine our fateBut their jaws will drop sooner or laterAll this carousel of absurd liesIs nothing but paddling in shitAnd the next thing they knowI'm wallowing in cashI hear it's never as bad as it can getRight, status quo suits me fineThis is the very endOf all the meaningless platitudesjust a required accessory anywayStay where you are my friendDon't even want to know the realityAnd stay true to your illusion