Your Path Of Life Is Filled With Gold
  Preoccupied With What You Own
  Success Is Just A Diamond's Throw
  Trapped In Cellophane Coffins
    Spent All Your Time Avoiding The Blame
  The Packaging Is Gone Only Hate That Remains
  A Product Of Trend, A Product Of Pain
  Choking On Your Lifestyle
    I'm Set Free From This Falling
  Into The Pit Of The Dollar
  We're Set Free From This Failing
    Open Your Mind And Open Your Arms
  'Cause Our Wrists Are Slowly Draining
  Open Your Arms And Open Your Heart
  'Cause We're Dying In Cellophane Coffins