You path of life is filled with gold
Preoccupied wiht what you own
Success is just a diamonds throw
Trapped in Cellophane Coffins
Spent all your time avoid the blame
The packaging is gone
Only hate remains
A product of trend
A product of pain
Choking on your lifestyle
I`m set free from this falling
Into the pit of the dollar
We`re set free from this failing...
Open your mind
And open your arms
Cuz our wrists are slowly draining
Open your arms
And then open your heart
Cuz we`re dying in Cellophane Coffins
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