The Dying Man - Snog

My machine will not talk to me

My souls gives me no reply

The ground that i walk upon

On which i cannot even rely

Now all of this is fake

Everything that you and i are surrounded by

Now all of this is fake

My heart dwells in my wallet

My soul resides in my bank account

These possessions have a hold on me

It frightens and it clouds

Now all of this is fake

Everything that you and i are surrounded by

Now all of this is fake