Money Maze (feat. A Primitive Future)

Money-making
Grabbing, taking
The constant faking
Apparently stability means aching

Lost and breaking
Must be mistaken
Feeling forsaken
That's fuel for bad decision-making

Lost into the money maze
Addicted to the constant stream of money made
Stuck into that money maze
Making all that money while feeling caged

Sucked into the money maze
Remember when your goals weren't such a haze (feeling vague)
Crushed by that money, bait
Guess I'm handing out my soul for sale

In need for some subtle innovation
More agency, less conformation
Do we really need this standardisation
Multiplication of meaningless equations

Difference shouldn't face discrimination
We all search that similar foundation
Don't we all provide some value-creation
But I guess that's a different conversation

Lost into the money maze
Addicted to the constant stream of money made
Stuck into that money maze
Making all that money while feeling caged

Sucked into the money maze
Remember when your goals weren't such a haze (feeling vague)
Crushed by that money, bait
Guess I'm handing out my soul for sale

Lost into the money maze
Addicted to the constant stream of money made
Stuck into that money maze
Making all that money while feeling caged

Sucked into the money maze
Remember when your goals weren't such a haze (feeling vague)
Crushed by that money, bait
Guess I'm handing out my soul for sale



Credits
Writer(s): Mieke Van Dessel
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