Fucking money

I am so disgusted with you.
You thought money somehow made your lies true
If I even open my heart a little
You are right there ready to belittle
How did i ever think you a sweet man
You only wished me still; wearing your brand
No thought, no heart, a statue
Numbly moving to match you
How did I not see money and lust was your idol
You wanted me on a stage, performing for you a personal recital
I am so sad this is it
You took me apart bit by bit
He really sent me a picture of money
A temptation, fucking funny
And if I am alone,
At least I broke free of being your clone