the small print

Take, take all you need,
and I'll compensate your greed
with broken hearts
Sell, I'll sell your memories
for 15 pounds per year
but just the good days

Say, it'll make you insane
and it's bending the truth
you're too blame
for all the life that you'll loose and
you watch this space
but I'm going all the way
and be your slave to the grave
I'm the priest God never paid

Hope, I hope you've seen the light
coz no one really cares
they're just pretending
Sell, I'll sell your memories
at 15 punds per year
but you can keep the bad days

say, it'll make you insane and
I'm bending the truth
you're too blame
for all the life that you'll lose
and you watch this space
and I'm going all the way
and be your slave to the grave
I'm the pries God never paid

Muse, Absolution