The Fountain

The bottomless pit of wealth attraction The beginning of our destruction The supposed source wealth turned source of death On our soil they shed their bloods in the name of pursuing strategic interest How and what we feel is none of their interest Our leaders they will not allow to rest It is either you grant their interest Or you become an enemy of the west Those that call their bluff are called terrorist Their blood they use to paint our street A lot of us, from our homes we are far away Millions of barrels they daily pull away In return giving us money for sweet And what sin did we sin? We are in possession of the fountain. ©ABSOL ?????