Wishful Thinking Galleons

Save me before I fall in the well and drown
Where the rich become poor
In the greedy nature of this town

At first we thought we couldn't stop sinking
To your level down in hell
How wrong we were, we all play the victim
To get what we wish from the well

These cold streets, they surround me
Every corner a dead end mocking me
Direction has deserted me

Don’t fight the pull of reality
It will drown you in insanity
Instead let go of your vanity
And you will see your mortality

'Cus I know you feel it in your bones
The aches and the pains of getting old

If you hold up a mirror to the world, good luck
All you'll find are pessimistic, narcissistic good-for-nothings
Who need a buck
I’m starting to think it'd be better to be nihilistic
And not give a fuck