BUCLE

Money, money, money
All the stories are the same story
The same story

In a place in the neighborhood whose name I don't remember
I poured all my energy until I could hear the dead
Wrapped by the wings of the angel who guards me
The story repeats itself, each stage is transitory

I hide my defeat under the craving for victory
I savor the glory after a sip of hope
I put everything on the scale (hey)
I give you my time as bail

Money, money, money, money, money, money, uh, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money

Locked in this loop with wine, puzzle pieces
Every corner smells like sulfur, I have thorns covering me
They instilled their customs in me and they ended up being mine
[?] In riches written in the prophecy

Their influence guides me
Eyes in spirals, hypnotic tune
Climbing through a rank, hierarchy
I must not be, this path is complicated

Why do I have to do it if I don't have a reason?
Why are they convinced I have a mission?
Why, if they despise them, do they give them their heart?
Why are there days when I feel like everything is an illusion?

Why when I wake up I feel the curtain opening?
Why do I keep acting and the show doesn't stop?
Why do I continue in the prison?
Why do I consume the poison of ambition?

That old story, ah
It repeats itself over and over again
There is only one story, ah
It always repeats itself over and over again

Loop, loop, loop, loop
Loop, loop, loop, loop
Loop, loop, loop, loop
Loop, loop, loop, loop