Do you see the gleaming towers, reaching for the sky?
Do you see the polished marble, where the privileged fly?
Do you see the endless storefronts, filled with things to buy?
Do you see the chasm growing, between have and have-not?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the ads that promise, a life that could be thine?
Do you hear the whispers telling you, happiness you must entwine,
With possessions, with appearances, with a status so divine,
Do you think they'll ever tell you, the truth they leave behind?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the lines dividing us, filled to the very top?
Do you feel the ground beneath us, starting to crack and drop?
Do you sense the system failing, as its gears begin to stop?
Do you think there's time to salvage, before everything is lost?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the faces staring, from the bottom of the pit?
Do you feel a flicker of guilt, a tiny little bit?
Do you turn away, distracted, by the latest, greatest hit?
Do you close your eyes and pretend, that none of this will stick?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
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Do you see the gleaming towers, reaching for the sky?
Do you see the polished marble, where the privileged fly?
Do you see the endless storefronts, filled with things to buy?
Do you see the chasm growing, between have and have-not?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the ads that promise, a life that could be thine?
Do you hear the whispers telling you, happiness you must entwine,
With possessions, with appearances, with a status so divine,
Do you think they'll ever tell you, the truth they leave behind?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the lines dividing us, filled to the very top?
Do you feel the ground beneath us, starting to crack and drop?
Do you sense the system failing, as its gears begin to stop?
Do you think there's time to salvage, before everything is lost?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the faces staring, from the bottom of the pit?
Do you feel a flicker of guilt, a tiny little bit?
Do you turn away, distracted, by the latest, greatest hit?
Do you close your eyes and pretend, that none of this will stick?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the polished marble, where the privileged fly?
Do you see the endless storefronts, filled with things to buy?
Do you see the chasm growing, between have and have-not?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the ads that promise, a life that could be thine?
Do you hear the whispers telling you, happiness you must entwine,
With possessions, with appearances, with a status so divine,
Do you think they'll ever tell you, the truth they leave behind?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the lines dividing us, filled to the very top?
Do you feel the ground beneath us, starting to crack and drop?
Do you sense the system failing, as its gears begin to stop?
Do you think there's time to salvage, before everything is lost?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Do you see the faces staring, from the bottom of the pit?
Do you feel a flicker of guilt, a tiny little bit?
Do you turn away, distracted, by the latest, greatest hit?
Do you close your eyes and pretend, that none of this will stick?
What's the endgame here, in this quest for excess?
Can we heal the wounds, or are we stuck in distress?
A world of endless splendor, where the hungry stand outside,
Are we blind to the desolation, or just content to hide?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
The disparity's stark, while we're lost in the park,
Are we too far gone to see we're the mark?
The opulence blinds, while we drown in our trust,
Are we too far gone, with no chance to adjust?
Writer: Hayden Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid