Money makes
Living fakes
Walking dead beyond the graves
Apathetic
Existence
And no one can just see the skies
Money kills
And it sells
Seven heads against our wills
Rip us up
Send us war
And no one wants to see the truth
Skies are filled with flames
Destroying life with lies and hate
The beast is here with 7 heads
And rain turns into dust
It takes our thoughts
It lets us rot
And takes our homes
Just with it's tounges
It makes us bleed
And takes our eat
We're all just meat
For this inhumane beast
Money makes
Living fakes
Walking dead beyond the graves
Apathetic
Existence
And no one can just see the skies
Money kills
And it sells
Seven heads against our wills
Rip us up
Send us war
And no one wants to see the truth