Sunday Solitaire

Honing your agenda by the pool

New friends must be found

Everyone has had enough of you

So now they know you’d sell them down the river

In a heartbeat just to save yourself

It wasn’t any fun

You stepped on everyone

Traded off your heart’s desire for greed

There’s no salvation for a sanitised soul

You’re not fooling me

R.I.P

Mirror on the wall

Do you think anybody really cares

For your bloated bank account

And all your phony little love affairs

And who died and made you the holy alchemist

Turning shit in a pile of fit for sale…

It wasn’t any fun

You stepped on everyone

Traded off your heart’s desire for greed

There’s no redemption for a plasticised soul

You’re not fooling me

R.I.P