burn money burn

burn

money; burn

i don't like the wheels that you turn

you don't know the value of things

i still like your bells when they ring

burn

money; burn

what i was taught is not what i learn

i don't need an iq-score to beat

take my heart

there's nothing to compete

you could say that

love's late for someone

you could say that

love waits on someone

sing

my heart; sing

i know that you can change anything

i cross the street and lean on the wind

the truth is like a whisper

laughing

sting

my heart; sting

our enemy must save their own skin

it just takes a spark to light across

if they could

they would want to be like us