Hellhound Chase

Whenever I'm up to something, A hellhound chases me, A gory figure with blood oozing out The bloody dog growls and roars at me; "I'm the one to decide your fate!"
The ferocious ghoul bites and tears the life apart; This hideous cycle of birth and death forth repeats, And the hound is the guard forever!
We call it money, And something that's the most valuable; So let the days pass in the hustle. Livin' all life in psychotic anxiety! Is this even unevaluable For the brightest minds Who spend it all in apparent passion, Futile greed, nasty narrow-mindedness And foolish ignorance, Banishing emotions And peaceful happiness? Or living it all in emotions!?
Stay far y'all From true wisdom; And be torn apart By this hideous beast "Time"