Materialism can save us
It’s natural
And, by the way, it’s promoted
And, if you’re not materialistic
You must be contagious
And, to be rich you must be promoted
And, to be respected, make millions
And make your face pretty
But, not give a damn on the inside
All while making the world love you
The melodies strike a tune
And, a sad song pours out like rain on a gloomy day
Just like rain on a gloomy day
Now, the art is bleeding
And, the portraits are all faceless
But, we still stare