endless_avarice

Assemblage 23: You Haven't Earned It

You crave attention
As if it's due to you
You want permission
To behave as badly as you do

You want respect, but
You don't act respectable
You want fame to fill the void
Where you once had a soul

But you haven't earned it
You haven't walked long enough in these shoes
You don't deserve it
You haven't nearly paid your dues

It's so pathetic
This image you portray
Shatters like crystal
And slowly fades away

You want the world's eyes
You need the accolades
You want the money
And all the empty praise

But you haven't earned it
You haven't walked long enough in these shoes
You don't deserve it
You haven't nearly paid your dues

When it's all over
What will you have left?
You'll still be incomplete
Forgotten and depressed

You want acceptance
It's all you wanted all along
You want forgiveness
From those who you have wronged

But you haven't earned it
You haven't walked long enough in these shoes
You don't deserve it
You haven't nearly paid your dues

Compass: Assemblage 23: Greed

A grip on you like an addiction
A selfish need for something more
Who it hurts is inconsequential
When you get what you’re looking for

Avarice, the muse that guides you
You are the sum of what you gain
But it won’t buy your soul redemption
The kind of wealth you can’t obtain

The pigs are at the trough
Their hunger won’t subside
Awash in their own filth
Awash in their own lies

No sense of empathy
Corrupt in word and deed
I hate you for what you represent
I hate you for your greed

Think of yourself before all others
To hell with grace and charity
They just impede your blind ambition
They just impede your gluttony

The pigs are at the trough
Their hunger won’t subside
Awash in their own filth
Awash in their own lies

No sense of empathy
Corrupt in word and deed
I hate you for what you represent
I hate you for your greed

Step on the necks of those beneath you
And claw your way up to the top
But don’t look to me to find compassion
When you inevitably drop

The pigs are at the trough
Their hunger won’t subside
Awash in their own filth
Awash in their own lies

No sense of empathy
Corrupt in word and deed
I hate you for what you represent
I hate you for your greed

My journal.

Not yours. [Hiss]