Caviar With Maths Songtext / Lyric

Portrayal of the starved and cloned

Their message is calculated

The mind's eye fixation on envy

Leads to everything wrong with you






A smoker cries for serenity

The ultimate vice

To feed on mounds of gold

And in time abandon what's wrong with you



And it's only time before mockery

Starts to implode

Yea well play the odds of solitude

For scraps of caviar



From the passages of Vonnegut

The depths of my throne arose



I can throttle it back

The pathfinder