Whatch it burn
I will not pay for hapiness, won’t pay through the nose
Won’t pay for fullfillment that someone else chose
I will not pay for hollow dreams, your’selling through deciept
I do not need an invoice, don’t print the reciept
I will not pay for shiny things that tell you who I am
I’ve cancelled my subscription, revoked my monthly plan
I’ gonna build a fire
I’m gonna build a fire whatch it burn
And if you see the fire, whatch
I will not pay for happiness, confuse the ends with means
Won’t earn to build my ego, won’t spend for self-esteem
I will not pay for honesty or justice promptly served
You cannot buy a conscience, a fate that’s well deserved
I will not pay for peace of mind, your tender won’t do that
It will not buy you heaven, the gates or welcome mat