Music/lyrics: FMQ

It won´t care if you die in the bottom. It drops you there when you´re drained like a bottle. Outside it´s windows the roaches keep dancing. Inside it´s doors the patterns keep laughing. Now it decides that your gold is just copper. No way to fight, it´s a joke if you bother. You´re just a dummy, the only way. Give it your pennies and beg for lighter chains. On your knees. You want a whore, you need a slave. A block to finish what you pour on the plate. You say I can´t but you´ll have to see me go. You tie the noose but you´ll have to see me float.