the world gone blind version 2 (a lyric)

[izinagi54]

money is the embodiment
of all the summit of greed
death is freed with a need

all humans now feed
on the lies of the gold
for we think ourselves bold
we mold ourselves cold

may we ever wake upon
without our guns raised
son and daughter left without tears
from the many we have fear
for the war of old
is not new of bold
money makes you go blind
want you come and see the light