Just like money

I got a message from the screen subliminal,
Like a sign saying no one cares no more,
and all the networks and the TV stations,
feed me lies and simple explanations,
But they can't fool me.

You still need my hands to feel,
You still need my heart to bleed,
Cause your lips taste just like money.

You start a fire and it smells like chemicals,
As you get higher you will hit the all time low,
And does the networks and the TV stations,
and the lies,the sex,the fake relations.

Concrete high rise I need no pity,
On the sky train cross this city,
Jesus died and God's gone missing,
Take your skin off it might fit me now,
Love is dead and you're so pretty baby.

You still need my hands to feel,
You still need my heart to bleed,
Cause your lips taste just like money,
You still need my lungs to breathe,
You still need my eyes to see,
Cause your lips taste just like money,
Just like money...