Ramp - How lyrics

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I feel so disappointed within human life

Driven by this sick ideal of buying paradise

Yeah everything is sold

But not for what it is

Money establishes the rules

Subverting human needs

Trading our lifes

Depting our minds

Dreaming to buy

How?!

How?!

How?!

How?!

Like you

Just like a living curse

Our life is quite insane

A sketch of what we think to be

Written on the wall of fame

A status image lie

That's what we're dying for

A pretty house

A fancy car

A plastic woman

A credit whore