Fun Land
I've searched in the industrial sewers of hardline mediocrity.
I've been wealthy in nothing and lonely in much. I've climbed towers of depression to float into hamlets of elation. The wings of dependence
I've loved and been loved lost and been crossed been traded and swapped and borrowed and lent and beaten and soothed and impressed and been impressing and brother, can you spare a hundred cause i'm hungry and destitute
If you could purchase the world on a platter of innocence how much would you pay? wheeling and dealing over souls and lives to devils of need sounds like greed.
It's all in the game you play, the things you'll say and pay for with regret credit. Hang the sign on the door Sold my soul for acceptance
GAME OVER INSERT COINS