Money

No one really cares about my feelings
Trapped alone under this lonely ceiling
Better not have a living heart in a world like this,
in case it hurts too much,
that is.

Once I give up my dream,
my heart won’t suffer anymore
If only I never had a dream
If there was not a tiniest bit of hope and expectation left,
People would never be disappointed anymore

Am I really happy？
In this kind of world
In this kind of place
Such place

(It is not that all they say are wrong, it’s just that,
Is this all? Is life really just this?
If so, then why should I live? I do not see the sense of it.)

If I give up my dream,
my heart will stop aching,
If only I didn’t have a dream
and would stop
thinking

If only I didn’t like those things
rejected by society
Life comes but once, it fades and
then is gone in
eternity

Enslaved by money
Enslaved by reality
How am I to find the meaning of life
or its parity?

Money
Money
Money.
It is a fucking stupid world.

No love,
no one really cares
just Money
Money
Moneyyyyyy

I want to be myself
Escape
the fuckingggg world

The fuckingggg world
Money
The very thing
that ruined my chance
for happiness

Money
The very thing
The weopon
The root
The source
that ruined this world

Money
I don’t want money
But I need it, still
Money
Money

Money
It ruined this world
Ruined my heart
Ruined
my happiness
Ruined
the universe