Man of the profit

(You wake up in the morning)
For you each day is grey, as you got your head in the clouds,
Can't find a heart in you - tell me, if it pounds.
You put on a smile, you slap on the grin,
Day by day your empty promises are wearing thin.

You are the man of a profit - isn't every blood drop, which others are leaking, worth it?
Just a man of a profit - a moment's treacherous risk you're getting on is solid.

(You go to bed at night)
You're all alone, you don't know what is love,
You wait for soothing golden rain above.
In the dark room, where even cats can't see,
The air castle goal's your wet phantasy.

Here's the Man of the Profit  - isn't it hard to wear to a mask that's stoild?
You're the Man of The Profit - there's nothing wrong with taste when you just bought it*.

Meet the Man of the profit - your uncaring future looks so squalid.
A man of profit - I can not save you and I'm sorry for it.

• - "Ballad of Mona Lisa" (Panic at the Disco)