All this time gone by, Watch your ego growing slowly
Now your eyes do not Clutch the passion you once held, show the truth that you once told
I hope your style bleeds I hope your wealth fades, I hope they walk away and leave you stranded

I've seen it happen before/You've seen it happen before I've seen it happen before, many scores time and time again
-sold for the gold-
The hope a glimmer of fame
-do what your told-
Ambitions wasted away

Can you realize what you've become?
-True bastard son, Feeding on their Dollar

I hope they walk away and leave you helpless
You've watched it crumble before, your eyes Time is not your friend
-sold for the gold-
The hope a glimmer of fame
-do what your told-
Ambitions wasted away

Can you realize what you've become?
-True bastard son, Feeding on their Dollar

You'll never change Blinded by your shallow ways