Dream Theater

Heart sick at the sight of the
Status seeker
In a sense Im not beyond reproach
The aspiration to drop a name
When any rose might smell the same
Maybe youll figure it out someday
i want to know you now...
You know Ive always believed in you.
Nothing is sacred...
you draw the bottom line
with a dollar sign
Change of opinion...
at the drop of a dime
Graceless intrusion...
are you sanctified in your judgment of me?
all that I deserve is what you were unable to see
In a garden where the seeds were spilled
I favored the few that stood strong in the sun
As I reached for the profit of my prize
I found I had trampled the forgotten ones.
Nothing is sacred...
you draw the bottom line