Michael McGuire Merchants Of Light
MERCHANTS OF LIGHT
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
MERCHANTS OF LIGHT
Seeking proof that you can’t buy a thrill, I moved into my mansion on
the hill, I put a second mortgage on my soul to cover the cost, the
meaning the only thing that has been lost, but the sacrifice is altered
by the ceremonies seed, this pageant of desire is necessities feed,
when the medicine man comes with cancers cures and debt, everything
you own is the only safe bet.
Eat twice as much and still lose weight on this miracle diet, you can sell
light but you can’t buy it.
What the salesman tells us is all we know of truth, you get no sells
receipt on corrupted youth, an impulse buy takes years of
concentration, anyone can feel pity for the victim of overt temptation,
we all sleep in our budget dreaming of that best buy, making payments
to the guru of how to because we can’t put a price on why, and I’m no
better than the man I’d like to be, but they’ll show you what to look at
they’ll even show you what to see.
You don’t even have to really want it all you have to do is try it, you can
sell light but you can’t but it.
I cracked open my life and found a salesman inside, he said god is the
question that your answers cannot hide.
And all of us are just dying proof of the will to live, selling what we
don’t know how to give, but it doesn’t mean anything deeper than the
gloss of the paint, we want the flesh of a tycoon and the soul of a
saint, and the value of our emotions radiates to the pulp of our
possessions, so the mechanics of our greed drives the junk of our
obsessions, and the world is a kiosk for the merchants of light, market
prices based on the petty differential of wrong and right.
We don’t really know the truth we just lie it, you can sell light but you
can’t buy it.
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