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letra de paper mache - lanky t

[verse 1]
20 million was a man, yes, and his salary
he really loved his name, i lost it, he never flattered me
void inside, eventually the corporate ladder star
working through the nights, never met a goal he thought too hard, time management was silly, work is mostly where he spent it, he would charge their loneliness as the family’s expenses, pridefulness blinded his eyes to insightfulness
work he never strived to miss, life was highlighted in bliss
or so he thought, does it make the heart grow fonder?
ponder that, permanently makes the eyes wander fast
under attack, rather than attempt to mend the pieces
controlling was relieving, to the rest a hidden secret
“who cares what others think? it’s only me who’s struggling”
in times of suffering he told them, “pluck the money tree”
destruction’s on the brink until his mind is back in sync
cause comp-ssion is a feeling money doesn’t ever bring

[chorus]
“daddy please come home
me and mom are just sitting here, learning how to walk all alone, daddy please if you’re listening help me and pick up the phone, mommy says you’ll come back tonight, but really–how do i know?”

[verse 2]
the second his hours changed, destined for power and fame
he devoured his blessings and bathed in undoubtable gains
scoping new cars on the lot made him cheery and effervescent
loving thoughts are clouded by material possessions
disguised as a prize, invested in a tower of lies
really a test to measure sinfulness sent down from the sky
clearly evident, clueless to what he was stepping in
“family’s what i represent,” he often said and said again
under pressure, questions of where and why he went
not humble enough to commit, a blunder he won’t admit
initially the money bred them all a life of luxury
his absence in the house was nothing but a subtlety
she thought he had kept true to everything he told her
life was great until his daughter finally got a little older
wondering and guessing weathers, this is what the lesson is
in other words, the residents start crumbling to sediment

[verse 3]
at work he captivated, won a medal and a prize
while at home his daughter cries in a panic state of mind
evacuated family, left them in a bind
frantic, nowhere to confide when scenarios arise
“pallets of green make up for the hours unseen”
in reality, another love ballad of greed
saddest to see, abandoned in their hour of need
powerless, he had resorted to these cowardly things
“where’s daddy,” she would ask, mommy had an answer made up
“he’s working for us all,” mommy covered it with make-up
the truth was daddy’s dreaming in a world where he can blame us
and can’t awake cause daddy’s so sedated by his pay stub
feigning cool-headedness, raging bull instead of it
“you two just take and pull while i’m the one who’s really sweating it”
twisted h-ll reflected in the image of his inner self
“what’s the difference between how we’re living and a prison cell?”

- lanky t

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