Dirtscraper Songtext
von Hedonist

Would you chase your fears, down the rabbit hole
You′re a heathen in a world of true believers
Leave no cross unturned, in the bog below
Serve no masters, scrape the dirt of the deceivers
Scrape!

Would you curse yourself, for the motherload?
Kill your idols and break the grabbing hands
Step up to the front, play the waiting game
Start a fire and the world will understand

Why do you still care?
Why do you feed the money machine?
Why?
The money machine


Would you sell yourself, for a masterplan?
Satisfaction is the death of your desire
Watch them stand in line, for some novelty
They hear nothing but the ramblings of a liar

Why do you pretend?
Why do you feed the money machine?
Why?
The money machine

Living under false pretend
Underneath a veil
Feeling somewhat mesmerized
In this living hell
Heroes getting paralyzed
Crushed within their shell
Go and scrape the dirt away
Go and make this world ok!

Do you need the money machine?
Do you even care?