For Props

[Verse 1]
Your earned fortune
Can't be contained
And be deprived
Of light of day
Return to form
There's no way
Yeah, you knew that was the cost
Not quite the extent of the loss

[Verse 2]
Now your earned fortune
Makes you depraved
You can't empathize
Or reciprocate
I'm sure your hearts in the right place
But that's the way it comes across
Like you're pandering for props

[Outro]
A fork in all due inertia
Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm
[repeat x12]