Lucky - Mahteo

Money is a goal,
You're the target worth lying for.

He'll convince you you're nothing,
But I hear the dying in your soul.

They say "If I had it my way you'd be dead."
A contribution to "human progress instead."

They say that "All these years I've spent with you,
I've come to find no value in you."

In such a sad state out of grace
You tried putting on your best face.

Such a fascination,
Your mind's a contradition.

Answering a question with a question
And now salt grains run through veins.

Where once red blood cells like life givers
Ran like rivers.

Hey by your standard count yourself lucky,...
And the irony is,
Is that it's your mess
So lie in it.