What's your pride made of? Getting by with your "noble job" What's your happiness? You're fulfilled with bread and circus There is much more outside There are several eating your slice Everything you dreamed of At your knees, at the time that you wish For some, born in a cradle of gold For others, kill and die to have it Charity and love are not prized Forget the standards of life Wealth beyond you can imagine Luxury, glamour, lust A sense of immunity "I want, I can, I do" Power, greed, always more Never gets satisfied A view from who pull the strings Of our mediocre lives Rapture, beauty Unlimited pleasures and delight No sense of restraints All can be bought at some price Where is this world outside? Why can't these dreams be mine?