Ka Ching

Boy, man
Of your splendor
If you are not the owner
So what are you?
Soul or cash?
Trash time?
With what method
Are you going to pay?
With no doubt
You will kneel
Glad for a penny
You will surrender
Without question
Your ideal
The line at the supermarket
It becomes your altar
I'm going to bill
Your insecurity
Capitalize
Your filthy loneliness
You are a pawn
In my hellish game
And your conscience
The way to escape

Ka Ching
Ka Ching
Ka Ching
Ka Ching

To wine, wine
To your problem, money
You're not dead
Buy your poison
And when the symptoms
They become annoying
Lull them to sleep
I sell ibuprofen
I'm going to manufacture
Comfort
Generate a fake
Security
You are a pawn
In my hellish game
And your conscience
My mortal enemy

Ka Ching
Ka Ching
Ka Ching
Ka Ching

A sickly maelstrom
That you can't avoid
Your desire enslaves you
You will never be able to satisfy it
Developed needs
With digital marketing
What you truly long for
Money can't buy
I'm going to label
Your happiness
Industrialize
Your popularity
You are a pawn
In my hellish game
And your conscience
Your final exit

Ka Ching
Ka Ching
Ka Ching
Ka Ching