Thousand miles away Gone far from what we've planned We strayed oh god we'll stray With lust for golden sand
Possessed and mad with a smell of income Hearts paralyzed
We'll fade away No mercy within this scramble Not even a hint of compassion to show Fangs in the neck and strangle Becoming victims softer than stone
Won't save us in the afterlife Worms eat our souls Greed will reborn And last for eternity Awake we'll find another cause To get a grip and keep it closed
Over and over Over and over
The seed will surely grow to break The delicate frail shells Relieve the skin and bones And leave the guts with shit Will surely grow to break The delicate frail shells Relieve the skin and bones And leave the guts with gold Will surely grow to break The delicate frail shells Relieve the skin and bones And leave the golden shit The shit