portrayal of the starved and cloned 
their message is calculated 
the mind's eye fixation on envy 
leads to everything wrong with you 

a smoker cries for serenity 
the ultimate vice 
to feed on mounds of gold 
and in time abandon what's wrong with you 

and it's only time before mockery 
starts to implode 
yea well play the odds of solitude 
for scraps of caviar 

from the passages of vonnegut 
the depths of my throne arose 

i can throttle it back 
the pathfinder