The Dying Man (live, One-Eyed Jacks) - 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