Money

We were told by the prophet of doom
In a darkened room
That the obvious wasn't so obvious
On a twenty-foot screen
It was clear to see
But the gathered crowd were oblivious
Scaremongering
Was it lingering?
Or did everybody have an opinion?
Just a grey-haired man
With a crucial plan
That he put to the minions

We were told by the young and free
Wide eyed, could see
What the consequence was of opulence
In the magazines
By photo means
So, the message spread with confidence
They're messaging
This festering
Blind ignorance, leader's arrogance
Just passioned pleas
And effigies
They'll put their evidence

Money, money
All too much for them to face
Too many, many
It's the work of a mutant race
So funny, funny
How prophesies come out one day
And they'll be there to say I told you so

We were told by the devil inside
That we all deny
That we're all just a poisonous gene, so it's
Hypocrisy
That we don't see
And we all dance to the theme, and it
Reeks and flows
So, we take the blows
And we hold our hands in embarrassment
We're rotting down
To a deathly sound
We'll crush our battlements