Technical Difficulties (feat. Nick Bahamondes)

Nothing I've had nothing for the past decade Every cent I put into the bank gets over-drafted Or used as collateral Or just fucking vanishes to some bill I didn't even know I had And everyone's just fine with this I can't afford a house, a car, the gum under my shoe Nothing Oh and you got a little plushie off of Amazon for twenty five dollars That's cool Money doesn't mean anything anymore It used to be based off of gold and platinum But now it's a fucking computer number used by elites to control people And all the music you listen to glorifies it because the artist has been given a ticket into this elitist lifestyle if they just shut up and take the paycheck Well not me I'll die broke and starving before I let some ninety year old capitalist pig control my life And when the rocket takes off we'll be dead The earth is gone and the moon is red We could not control our selfish ways Now we've been doomed to roam every inch of space for some fucking crumbs I can't complain I let it happen I take the blame You and I both know We will never reach the throne But I keep on running to my dream Maybe it just never meant anything Or do nothing We could float into the void alone I hope You and I both know We will never reach the throne But I keep on running to my dream Maybe it just never meant anything The moon keeps falling but I keep my head up I never wanted anything but I just got bad luck