Like the Weather

Experience of change in circumstance
Says discontent is a container, always filled
Adjusting the size of all of our pain with respect to what’s there

In the dream, the wealthiest man in the world
Holds a gun to his head, recapping the story of his success
Born with nothing, disowned and bastardized
He climbed the wall, world renowned he feels the same

Fixated on a day that never even came
What really matters at all?
Ascеnd as I ascend and fall as I fall
In sameness

My feelings changе as they change
Like the weather

Now that I can walk upon two feet
I’ll scream until I fly
The future told me on that day
That I can finally allow a smile

Now that I hold the world in my palm
I’ll kill to take the sun
As I’m rich, as I’m king, as I’m God
As I no longer care

Nothing is here that you’ve never lived before
The gold in your hands evaporates fast as it appears
When will you figure it out that it could never be enough?

If the riches of the world have jaded me for time and time
Why I must I still fill this emptiness?