Tell me your name, says the proud wealthy man,
So that I have to pay you my respects
Nothing more than someone else with a humble face,
And so were his words, over and over again,
But every pieces of what he was
vanished, like dust in the rain.
And no one's here to say that despite all his gains,
He lost everything.
His losses are countless,
But here lies reality,
May power and money be yours.
A man will always struggle for his own goods.
And we're starving for triumph and answers,
As much as you do, my dear brothers.
And so were my words, over and over again,
But every pieces of what I was
vanished like dust in the rain.
And no one's here to say that despite all our gains,
We've lost everything.
Losses are countless,
Homes are nothing but emptiness.