Tonight Stars an Easygoing Egoist ~ Egoistic Flowers

We plant one seed of pure despair, and what will happen?  Soon we’ll see.

Who was the fool to say money can’t grow on a tree?

This wretched world is flowering with powerful temptings, and nothing comes for free.

But now it’s ready to reap.  Read ‘em and weep – it’s all for me!

Wealth is never gained and never lost…

Only rearranged each time the wheel of fate is tossed.

Like the hope that springs from hopelessness, a hole that’s first dug by hope,

Don’t blame us if you get double crossed.

“Sis, you’re so depressing.  I think you’re talking too much.  Let me handle this.”
“Right…  Sorry. The crowd does seem to like you.”
“Like me?  They adore me!”
“Can’t think of a single reason why they wouldn’t…  Well, wait.”
“Listen to them!  Everyone wants what I’ve got!  And they’ve all got what I want.”

Most disgraceful, most disastrous:

This is the praise we’re told.

I’ll flaunt it like a leading actress,

Bringing home the gold.

The stage is set – the gamble’s on – we’ll do whatever else it takes.

But don’t you have enough?  Do you need to raise the stakes?

Ah, don’t you understand, my dear slave? Pennies they save are the pennies I can earn.

And when the dollars pile up, set them ablaze and watch ‘em burn!

Wealth is never gained and never lost…  (“One is the beggar, one is the chooser.”)

Only rearranged each time the wheel of fate is tossed. (“Perfect weapon, I’m gonna use her.”)

As a golden vase will crack, and as a crack is sealed up in gold,

There’s no use dwelling upon the cost.  (“Time to become an absolute loser!”)

“Sis, is it time yet?”
“A little more… a little more…”
“Technically, they’re not even watching us.”
“But they will be.  Please, hold your applause
until the very end!  The main performance is yet to come.”
“Tonight stars…”  “…ME!”  “…an easygoing egoist.”

Pure charisma wins the crowd,

Possessed by a carefree tune.

Yes, lose your minds and shout out loud!

Our climax will be soon.

This truly is the sweetest dream, the greatest ruse, the perfect plan:

A hundred pockets here in the reaches of my hand.

I’ll gather all the brightest of jewels, softest of silk, and the finest cuts of fur.

I’ve heard it makes a good show.  I wouldn’t know.  It’s all for her.

Lights, like precious diamonds, are shining on the stage.

The flowers bloom again, and our dance is all the rage.

Don’t bother with a standing ovation.  Peasants, your place is to kneel down on the floor!

And then I’ll take what I want, take what you won’t need anymore!

Because you already know, already know just who it’s for!