Triangle Pyramid

Triangle pyramid, free from its depths.
I am so arrogant, but still so spent
Marigold and white lily on my grave
In a hole amongst the worms, but I'm paid

The dead sense of self is a byproduct
Of the selves we can sell to buy products.
The dead sense of self is a byproduct
Of the sheep we can sell to buy products.
And if we need love, we can f*ck all day -
And snort more of this dust from outerspace.

Where is my golden crown?
The consumer's chainmail.
Where is attention found?
Can I get it on sale?
Where is my golden halo?
I got that damn thing on sale.
Where is my palace of gold?
I need it more than myself