Is your own ego worth the price it was sold?
Trading your soul for ephemeral gold
Wisdom buried deep as Mother Earth is old
Just going with the punches like a river let 'em roll
You glowin' and you showin' but your soul is hella cold
Dealt a bad hand, only option's to fold
All the rest broken, now you're just a lone soul
Bottom of Achilles' heel from tales long told
Neon signs you seeing many miles down the road
But you acting high and mighty, feasting on toads
Poison's in the dose, grandiose is the most
Ruthlessness is truth within their faux-prose
Open 2 doors and then 4 more close
Second order bores to find the Morse code
Unloading all my thoughts and I'm in poem mode