Greed

If humans could bleed oil we’d turn china into a flood

The motor of the world running on black blood

And even if the scales were fair you’d never be paid

Because the substance of a soul can’t be weighed

Fidelity’s ghost is gone forever more

Replaced by the mouth of a greedy whore

You show me the money and we’ll decide what’s true

Because a firing squad sees only one point of view