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You Could buy your way Out of death If there's a price just name it Luck Ain't running out It's by your bed To whisper sweet nothings Proud You can impress With what you possess Cause that it is all that matters Life Is at her best Yet no one else Can dream of what you gained Sad You're losing sleep Cause you believe That your possessions will fade Mad The enemies Are at your door But you just let them in Not an Orwellian nightmare It's just the fucking world you made And now it's coming for your head Now it's just too late They took it all But you can't say who are they Freedom given away On just one term Possessing still remains Not an Orwellian nightmare It's just the fucking world you made Now give up everything you've gained You've gained