You've Got It All Letra

your streets are all dead to me

Someone dies on the internet
press delete then reset
If this is your peace,
your peace is hypocricy

If there's no regret that you can recall
you've got it all

Sit and burn in an office chair
Open minds, empty bank accounts
If this is defeat,
defeat is a happen-stance

Hundereds die under minarets
Someone cries, then forgets
if this is distress
Your profit distresses me

If there's no regret that you can recall
you've got it all