Poets Of The Fall

Yeah, Decency, she done left our home
On her rollerskates
So I guess she’s pretty far gone.
Left me with my greed
To answer for my own,
For how could a deadened sense
Tell right from wrong?
So thanks for nothing, I ain’t feeling the magic
Kinda comic how I got tragic
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
What do you give someone who has it all?
More, just to be sure–
I got what I wanted so naturally, I want more,
What I paid for; entertain me now,
All I want is more, ’cause I like it
Too good to let it go, keep it coming
‘Cause I want more ’cause I’m not sure
What I really wanted, suffice to say I want more