Charlees - Junkyard Of Cash
the new session is blessing for directions
crowded streets are fed up whit questions
dissapearing thoughts for crashed ideas
long gone answers
junkyards of cash next to trunkbags of hash
prospective perspectives drop dead and crash
moves forward as dead ends
at present when truth bends
business growing feeling is tasteful
money in the head it's more than handfull
confusing, difussing so dark and mist
waiting in wain life's a bubble, it's twist
living in daytime
days and days just mime
lying to you
the world will never knew we're so few
all I do, I pursue something better
want something true
just words and letters
treating, finding, helping