A Manifesto of Tangible Wealth

Eloise sits, this privileged corpse
A mundane pace offers no struggle
Denny holds tight
Chrome death kiss on a platter
He enters like raid to a hive
What/who do you want to be
Or would you rather die here tonight
This is just an empty, sickening mural of cubicles and apparel
Draw business with syringes
A stethoscope can hear the faint ticks of a nine to five
Have you ever seen a life much sadder
But still you climb