Look at yourself
Life in extreme
You're a symbol of wealth and luxury
Fashionable clothes
Champagne on ice
That your definition of paradise

You'd sell your soul for glamour
And trade your heart for gold
You've got eccentric manners
You're in control
On top of the hill
What you don't know
Is that you're mentally ill

Cause your mins is where the
Money
Is and it never changes
You go blind when you feel the bliss
Of the ghost that huants your mind
Your blind

Valuable friends prestigious might
They'll be gone with the wind
When money's tight
In the eyes of the man on the street
It all seems so absurd
Your selfish greed