I sit here with all my millions,
But no friends …
I took everything my hands could get.
But no friends …
That thought, that manifesting seed,
Lurking in my mind to mislead,
Draining my soul, trying to refill,
Through possessions and money,
My mind never stays still.

Who started this exploiting deed.
Who planted this rotten seed.
There is no stopping it now …
Drinking the life out of savings,
To try and satisfy my greed.
Scams and tricks supply me,
To fill this empty hole, gaping in my heart.
But it never fills …
A lifetime of stealing and scamming.
But it never fills …

The money is smooth against my fingers,
But it's rough against my hands …
But I wish it was a human hand.
So alone; so afraid; that loneliness,
Caressing through my body like ice,
Cold, stiff and thinking of business plans.
I sit here staring at my projected screen,
Twiddling my thumbs to dull the thought.
To buy more … to make more … to be more …
But no friends …