The Militaristic Materialist

Everything in the world is screaming its name
making every claim
Everyone sold out to build up a name
trying to be so great

You have all that your hands can hold
And still you feel this hole
There's something in the way
Nothing's held up to what it claimed

All materials fall apart just the same
No they cannot stay
All the people they break your heart, it's a game
Is there a better way

You have all that your hands can hold
And still you feel this hole
There's something in the way
Nothing's held up to what it claimed
but you grasp it just the same
There's something in the way
Take one step back and watch it fade