When money talks, its cries
Drown out their voices
of those trampled beneath
Their feelings and their lives
so misery lies in the street
And I try to draw a line
between my drives and my needs
But I don't know where it lies
When doubt talks, it murmurs
I always hear
influencing choices
blurs what should be clear
competing voices
make me fear
exploitation
these murmurs are deafening my ear
in this confusion
I feel unsure
I feel infected
with what i seek to cure
remnants left behind
from attempts to break away
now just wondering
if I mean what i say
Crying
Murmuring
Screaming
They're all talking
When fear talks, it screams
straight inside
coerced surrender
action forced to bind
looking, i see nothing of worth
on the other side
left somewhere I don't want to be
to watch the march of time