Nothing Left - Millionaire

Whyyyyyyy can’t i change?

Change into stuff they make up to forget what they mean when they talk to

themselves

It helps them forget that there’s bones underneath

And their soul is a gift

Whyyyyyyy can’t i change?

Change into a fresh-air with healthy genes

Terrible deal, just like a perfect machine

Into a rock, outside the flock

Instead of a hog trying to be like a dog

Do they expect to profit from those years

That they spend on their couches?

Unbuckle the belt and not bother

It’s them and everyone else

The future is here and past fading fast, enjoying comes first and praying comes

last

But there is no time, there is nothing left