SURVIVAL OF THE RICHEST

Suffering in silence
A slave to the working world
I trade my time for paper
But it won’t hold my story now

So I turned away from all that you’ve made
You swear you’re building a future without this despair
Will you make promises as empty as my friend
Only the blind would follow you here again

I’m tired of scratching at existence
And never getting breath from the air
It’s just a poison that’s choking and breaking me
It’s breaking me

Oh will you
Will you trade your life for paper?
No you won’t now
Won’t you give your wealth away?
So buried
Overwhelmed by all your failure
How could you sell your soul?

Your soul
Selling your soul
Selling your soul that was once made of gold
Now you’ve grown
And it’s sold
Sold to the ones that are worthless and cold

Oh will you
Will you trade your life for paper?
No you won’t now
Won’t you give your wealth away?
So buried
Overwhelmed by all your failure
How could you sell your soul?

Your soul
— Dread Engine - Survival of the Richest