The Futility of Money

The entire world craves it,

They have wandered astray from their morals to attain it,

They have pierced themselves with many pangs in attaining it.

Money

Money

Money

The currency that dominates your life.

The paper that puts you in strife.

The coins that clang to the beat of your heart.

The virtual numbers that rip you apart.

Money

Money

Money

Men are enslaved to the wretched ordeals of futility,

Men are enslaved to the wretched ordeals of futility, Fettered by chains and flogged until a state of debility,

Men are enslaved to the wretched ordeals of futility, Fettered by chains and flogged until a state of debility, Hands imbrued with blood and haunted by their mortality,

Men are enslaved to the wretched ordeals of futility, Fettered by chains and flogged until a state of debility, Hands imbrued with blood and haunted by their mortality, Whence their life would be jettisoned as a formality.

Money

Money

Money

The rich will rule over the poor,

The rich will rule over the poor, But if your courage can still endure,

Money will not deprive you.

Money will not confine you.

Money will not guide you.