Avarice in Bloodshot Eyes

Like children, born into earth
They crawl with ignorance
And stain their minds
With colors of red

Crawling with ignorance
Through the battered wombs
With colors of red
That only keeps them wanting

Battered wombs
Which glowed with gold
That only keeps them wanting
More with greed

That which glows with gold
And blinds them
More with greed
And turns them cold

Blinding them
And staining their minds
Turning them cold
Like children, born into earth