The profiteers, the mercenaries
Do you really know what you see, or is it all for show?
Why are we living in despair?
Knives and guns and bombs
Knives and guns and bombs
Knives and guns and bombs
It's the same old wrong
Like a monster as big as the moon
A formula in which they all consume
I now see the twisted legions lost in greed
And I see so many twisted demons on TV
Money makes their world go round
They weave their webs without a sound
Malice makes their world go round
They weave their webs without a sound
The spiral twists into a seed
They shape the end for you and me
Paranoia some may say
But I know they are there, to my disdain
Humans of this Earth
Why focus on path?
Have we not learnt a thing?
Why let those demons win?
Like a monster as big as the moon
A formula in which they all consume
I now see the twisted legions lost in greed
And I see so many (of) the twisted legions on the street
Money makes their world go round
They weave their webs without a sound
Money makes their world go round
They weave their webs without a sound
I turned the news on, it was all bad
Always seems to be
I ended up diving into a painting of a mushroom house
With technicolor waterfalls
The flower beings then flapped their wings
The clouds would glow and rained would sing
Then I fall right back to Earth on, no!
Yea the bright is so bright now, but the dark is an end to all
You believe what you believe
And continue battling on through
I see us falling, right now, I seen us falling, climb back now!
We need to climb now! We need to climb back now
Like a monster as big as the moon
A formula in which they all consume
I now see the twisted legions lost in greed
And I see so many (of) the twisted legions on the street
Money makes their world go round
They weave their webs without a sound
Money makes their world go round
They weave their webs without a sound
