Mankind, the modern kind
Caught up upon this thing
Can't cover their eyes from this blinding lies
It all starts with hunger and ends with greed
Smothers in and out
Leave these mirages aside
It dyes truth
Money…Money…
Think they need it oh yeah
All these lies and those illusions crashed
And dances above our heads
Meanwhile it's no doubt
The poor aint got no seats
A quite fancy treats to their eyes
It all starts with hunger and ends with greed
Smothers in and out
It's a cycle of life

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