Puffed-Up Idealists

[Verse] Greedy minds thrive, puffed-up dreamers, Hungry thoughts, overwhelming fears, schemers. Smoking carriage waits, broken down Glorious grime, life ain't no poet. [Verse 2] Silly shortcuts, they lead uncharted, Path winding with no form. Odd delusions, senseless in flight, Mind clashes, stumbling through the night. [Chorus] Afraid of thoughts, ideals inflated, Feelings wash over, never outdated. A hamster, crunching on a swaying branch, is just a ghost from the past . [Verse 3] Black and gray prints, stories read in the cold, Survival's a necessity, intelligence worn, he's creeping slow, through society's gown. [Bridge] Silly routes and dangling asses, Ghostly whispers are the homeless' chains. Abstract dreams lost in the mist, In greed's shadow, ideals don't exist. [Verse 4] Awkward journeys, senseless drives, In survival, stupidity strives.