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Times are getting serious
The rich are getting delirious
Not trying to hear or deal with a poverty soldiers experiences
Too worried about their stocks or businesses
Believing that they are in the worst possible crisis
Inconsiderate, too cold and too selfish
Wealth is a very dangerous weapon it becomes a fetish
To constantly feel the need to spend and replenish
Soon enough losing your soul embellished with a hellish and ominous presence
Looking up at you as it falls with a coquettish expression
Destined to be the one that fails, no question
Did you really think that money bought happiness? Well..
Let me the one to break it to you, but gently still
Love is what you feel, not what you steal
Life is what you experience, not what you kill
Now kneel and pray for the darkness to leave the strays
For the light to brighten their day and shun the rain
Let them know that we're all equal and special in our own way
Nobody gets left behind or mistreated as long as I have a say
