The Paper

We're the only fucking species on the planet

That pays to be here and each year we cause a bunch of damage

God dammit, can't move forward when we running backward

We pay the reaper but can't pay the taxes

We are all slaves to the Dow jones

Begging for the credit, when the interest is our souls

Payment is expected, they reflect it in our goals

No one is protected the infection is viral

Watch it all spiral into the money trap

No coming back things are warming up

While a sun attack, no burning blaq

You can't stop it when you're being complacent