Trap

Instant pain put it in a cup serve it up again You've been hurt what do you care it's how life works it's all that's fair Break down beauty you can't posess primal, base envy will make you less. And in the end power will be all beauty can't defend it easily falls Pure summer rain becomes acid, a tree's pain - instead money reigns Working becomes life pleasure becomes paper family love lost in strife status is all that matters. Instant pain put it in a cup serve it up again.