When you know
You’ve reached your limit
And you won’t let it go
You know it’s just a gimmick
An they control
Just how you spend it
They reach into your soul
Yet you still mend it
You’re the bear
They’ve set your trap
Still you swear
That you know your map
You know the threshold
And you don’t care
More and more gold
It’s far too late to repair
AhhhhUntil you die
AhhhhAnd they won’t cry
To sell and sell
It’s in your head
And you can’t tell
You’re in the red
They’ve made
The bottom line
You’re the one that paid
You don’t need it to be fine
You fill and fill
All their pockets
Just to get your pill
Scientists and their rockets
So how many
Meds do you need
Don’t panic if there aren’t any
The future is yours indeed
AhhhhBut you need more
AhhhhCut back and see what’s in store
AhhhhStill you need more
AhhhhYou don’t care what’s in store
Copyright 2025 Sean Ferree
