Your Path Of Life Is Filled With Gold

Preoccupied With What You Own

Success Is Just A Diamond's Throw

Trapped In Cellophane Coffins



Spent All Your Time Avoiding The Blame

The Packaging Is Gone Only Hate That Remains

A Product Of Trend, A Product Of Pain

Choking On Your Lifestyle



I'm Set Free From This Falling

Into The Pit Of The Dollar

We're Set Free From This Failing



Open Your Mind And Open Your Arms

'Cause Our Wrists Are Slowly Draining

Open Your Arms And Open Your Heart

'Cause We're Dying In Cellophane Coffins