Experience of change in circumstance Says discontent is a container, always filled Adjusting the size of all of our pain with respect to what's there In the dream, the wealthiest man in the world Holds a gun to his head, recapping the story of his success Born with nothing, disowned and bastardized He climbed the wall, world renowned he feels the same Fixated on a day that never even came What really matters at all? Ascend as I ascend and fall as I fall In sameness My feelings change as they change Like the weather Now that I can walk upon two feet I'll scream until I fly The future told me on that day That I can finally allow a smile Now that I hold the world in my palm I'll kill to take the sun As I'm rich, as I'm king, as I'm God, As I no longer care Nothing is here that you've never lived before The gold in your hands evaporates fast as it appears When will you figure it out that it could never be enough? If the riches of the world have jaded me for time and time Why I must I still fill this emptiness?