Money Game

Strange time we're living in

World can put fear in ya,

Hierarchy parties they make us feel inferior

Greed runs through the parliament interior

Devils walk among us, they fit the criteria

Eerie theories strike fear in weary minded men

'cause we're clearly

Living in dictatorships? Nearly

Blinded by illusions to choose,

But who's fooling who?

A ball chained to your shoes I'm pained

It's a crying shame

The pursuit of our own wealth lights a flame

That makes greed a game that lets the whole world

burn

As the world turns, the whole world burns

Money was invented for trade

But now those bits of paper twist hearts, make

slaves

Turns a saint to a sinner

A child to a killer

His finger on the trigger of a money game

Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poison in the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old...

Dear Mr. President, its evident, that everyones a

resident

Of fear when they support the ideas that keep us

separate

When the make us believe that everybody is

coming to terrorise you in the streets

they say proudly through gritted teeth

"Its my right to hate, thats freedom of speech"

When did freedom become a reason to hate?

A way to justify a racial slur or insult we make

There's an irony in freedom, cause us in the west

we have pillaged and plundered and murdered like

savages

colonised all of the rest, thats called hypocrisy

Preach a certain value that you'd never keep

yourselves

If your country was in flames, you'd emigrate

yourselves in a second

Yet still you spit your venom

Demonising immigrants, when really your an

immigrant

'Cause all of us are immigrants, or descended from

immigrants

The irony is imminent, I'll shed the light on

immigrants

America was colonised by Britain,

Britain it was colonised by Rome

Also colonised by the Saxons,

They were German by the way

You know how people throw shade upon the

Germans 'cause of histories pain

and yet we make the same mistakes all again

Demonise a whole people Jewish or Muslim the

same and the same

Old situation plays on repeat, the same old TV

shows repeat.

Yeah we worship the bleak,

Our opinions aren't our own and we follow like

sheep

Theres no left, Theres no right, in the middle we

sleep

Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poison in the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame

It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves

We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old money game