For Sale

There isn't a true thing in this world
The reign of falsehood lives in it
Here is my friends's damned feast
I can live here no more.
Everything is only for money
Someone sells and someone buys
So was in past and so is nowadays
And this thing doesn't want to die.
No one thinks about his honor
They only think how to get
Everywhere I look they suck for flattery
To sell themselves at a higher price.
Even my close friends they all are wasted
They wait for a chance to kick the fallen one
And noone can release us from this torment
From the people of this wasted place.
There isn't a true thing in this world
The reign of falsehood lives in it
Here is my friends's damned feast
I can live here no more.