The Root of It All

You bleed for currencies and everything at once
You buy your news and prostitutes at night
And it always seems like magazines write anything they can find
There's so many hands to feed for headlines to spin it right

All the golden suites and properties the world has sacrificed
Can't cure the disease that profit margins hide
The modern world can offer more than some fair market price
So if the check is cleared then you did something right

Be careful of the policies in place
The commonwealth is always subject to change
You can be anything you want to be when it's time to choose
If you agree to the terms in the clauses that they use

Their compassion's a knife in the quarterly lines-with no regrets to cut you loose
They're hiding their stacks so they stay in the black-where there's nothing left to prove

In gatherings of public kings we let our destinies play out
They say "take what you need" and the numbers tell us how
Cause we see ourselves as market shares and stare at our bottom line
We're sold on the floor, but there's so much more to life
And staying here is nothing short of a crime
Would you rather believe that everything is fine?