All There Is

In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold
Your reputations so cool and cruel and controlled
You count your money in your prison tower
Made of concrete, glass, and steel
Feeling cozy in the hollow warmth of another business deal
Youve climbed your way to the top but lately it seems
That theres a hole in the heart of the american dream
Sittin pretty in your trophy room with your shining souvenirs
That just remind you of the wasted time and the lateness of the years
Is that all, is that all there is Is that all, there must be more than this
In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold
Your reputations so cool and cruel and controlled
In a moment it could all be gone in the twinkling of an eye
Then whats your pile of precious pride worth then
If youve never wondered why
Is that all, is that all there is Is that all, there must be more than this
Is that all, is that all there is Is that all, there must be more than this