I See Money

Doesn't money feel like slavery, Delegating where you need to be. Acquiring desires that are temporary, Keeping you distracted so you can't see, Because it's needed to feed the family. As taxes accumulate rampantly, The Rich ask the Poor for charity. As they're selling life by the hour, Devouring all our precious power. Waiting to bloom like a flower, Hour by hour Lives grind down. Payday is owed to the town, So there's never enough around. The sound of new trends come around, Throwing whats left to the ground. Enjoying the new trend they found, Cries of hunger all around. Not a care in the world, As they move toward alone. It's time to cut the chord, Tying us to money. So we can see, The power is in harmony. Money was a fallacy, Only gaining what was temporary. Doing anything necessary just to carry, Taking the power from you and me, Stealing eternity, You'll repeat it till you see.