When your skin blisters with the urge to smoke

                     Drag claws down your cheeks until they are blood-soaked

    Every beat of your heart sends your chest caving in

                                  Who knew greed was such a delightful sin?

                                                 Sometimes I wish I could lay my hands flat

         On either side of my face, twist them then         clack!

                    My head spins into a dizzying race

The world tilts until my hands are buried in gold

                                                                                        On the morrow, 

my greedy eyes will burn of something else

And yesterday's lust will all be sold

           The sounds of my hunger is sweeter than church bells