Here is something
Take of the edge
All that will remain
Is your own empty shell
The only solution
Is to cut off your wings
You should be grateful
You won't feel a thing
Only solution
Is to numb your broken mind
We won't go to the source
Even if your body declines
The only solution
Is to cut off your wings
You should be grateful
'Cause you won't feel a thing
I can see that you're broken
That's just how it is
I'll be lining my pockets before you know what I did
To hell with the symptoms 'cause only I know the truth
I can see that you're broken, but that's just how it is
But I don't care as long as I get rich