How heavy is that gold?

That hangs around your neck.

Was it your soul you sold? 

Were you paid in a check? 

What do you pay for friends?

How popular are they? 

Means justified by ends.

They always get their way.

Love is bought and paid for.

How much do you require? 

For attention you whore.

Your conscience is for hire.

You sought fame and fortune. 

Swallowed the things you crave. 

But it’s all a burden.

You’re nothing but a slave.