The Starting Line Follow

The barons of the industry put inspiration on Hitlers tongue
Then the century crashed hard with a loud sound like a starting gun
Its a race for acquisition and to make more things that glow
Ive got a knack for dodging bullets and flying zeroes
So I act like I am rich, try and make it my whole look
Because poor people dont exist when times are good

Mozarts foster parents put cigarettes out in his ears
When he got old enough to stutter, he said, I dont listen but I-I-I, I can hear
The eloquence of traffic, yeah, the mill ponds sad lament
Its a requiem of moments, I keep living through them
But where is the monster in the closet? I cant find the hangman inside his hood
I guess evil dont exist when times are good

Doctor Oppenheimer winced when he felt the broken piece of his pacemaker
Unbuttoned his shirt on a subway platform, clutching his chest while his vision blurred
He saw the bane of his creation. The destroyer of the world
Yeah, truth can lead to solace or a lifelong bender
Its like wading through a wasteland where a town you loved once stood
You just cry each time you think of when times were good

Napoleons tailor dressed him in a giant hat and funny platform shoes
He said, Anyone can be a hero, you just got to force people to look up to you
So when youre talking on the hotline to a suicidal soul
Dont let your voice sound like hot coffee, more like a scented pillow
And strive for understanding over being understood

Just dont let yourself forget when the times get good
When times get good
When times get good