The Blood Of The Devil

Money flowing like the blood of the Devil
Crazy town people lap it up like wine
It's funny knowing no one is on the level
Instead they nakedly follow the blind
Deep into troubles they will not be solving
Stuck in despair though denied or unknown
And caught in a circle of problems revolving
Happening fast as it cuts to the bone

Money owing an apologetic word
Courage to be sorry would ease the pain
Running into nowhere was the last thing we heard
A head on collision with the greedy brain
Now a mess of lies and a mass of conceit
The sin of pride in their dollar sign eyes
Still bragging they tag themselves as the elite
Holding steadfast with their eyes on the prize

Money knowing that it can't really save us
From what brings us down to the point of tears
It's false value wisdom that always betrays us
Haunting our futures our pasts and our fears
The helping hand outs well they never arrive
The people are not allowed to revel
It seems we are trapped and we cannot survive
Money flowing like the blood of the Devil