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
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