Envymatic
Would you give up your spleen
For living a lifelong dream?
Do you really want it?
Do you really need it?
(Want it, need it)
(Crave it, must have it)
He who envies others
Does not obtain a piece of mind
(Want it, need it)
(Crave it, must have it)
Do you really crave it?
Must you really have it?
(Want it, need it)
(Crave it, must have it)
If you can't see the problem
Then maybe you're a part of it?
(Want it, need it)
(Crave it, must have it)
Everyone must face
These things in their lifetime
(Sickness, hunger, betrayal, envy, greed, old age, then death)
Would you run down the road
Away from imaginary ghosts?
Dormant force
Vengeful thoughts
Hands filled with icy cotton wool balls
To stoke the fear of sidonglobophobia
The cupboard was bare
The fruit had been stolen
The lights had been turned out
Never to be turned on
The cupboard was bare
The trains had departed
The dam wall had fallen
Never to be built on
And I was running dry
And I was running dry
(The cupboard was bare)
Everyone must face
These things in their lifetime
(Sickness, hunger, betrayal, envy, greed, old age, then death)
Would you write a little song
About the pleasure of being wrong?
For living a lifelong dream?
Do you really want it?
Do you really need it?
(Want it, need it)
(Crave it, must have it)
He who envies others
Does not obtain a piece of mind
(Want it, need it)
(Crave it, must have it)
Do you really crave it?
Must you really have it?
(Want it, need it)
(Crave it, must have it)
If you can't see the problem
Then maybe you're a part of it?
(Want it, need it)
(Crave it, must have it)
Everyone must face
These things in their lifetime
(Sickness, hunger, betrayal, envy, greed, old age, then death)
Would you run down the road
Away from imaginary ghosts?
Dormant force
Vengeful thoughts
Hands filled with icy cotton wool balls
To stoke the fear of sidonglobophobia
The cupboard was bare
The fruit had been stolen
The lights had been turned out
Never to be turned on
The cupboard was bare
The trains had departed
The dam wall had fallen
Never to be built on
And I was running dry
And I was running dry
(The cupboard was bare)
Everyone must face
These things in their lifetime
(Sickness, hunger, betrayal, envy, greed, old age, then death)
Would you write a little song
About the pleasure of being wrong?
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