It’s payday at the Gulag… There are smiles raining down.
The dealers here, peddling dreams. Anticipation is the sound.
It’s chaos until midnight. When Cinderella hears a moan.
She was in the Masters Chamber, but she thought she was alone.
It’s over like it started. Alarm clocks ring at dawn.
We wake like it’s all over… It’s just the money that’s all gone.