same old

Its the oldest of stories
so many times told
And we all know the ending
or so we suppose

Devoured by emotions
and tempted by greed
We’re filled with the notion
theres so much we need
So its ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
your iron clad promises
in time gonna rust

Theres blood on your hands
cocaine on your cash
and the only thing certain
is nothing will last

So run with the many
ignoring the few
giving no quarter
to those that refuse

Ambient, Classic Rock, Aggressive