In burning sun, he made his way
in burning greed was led astray
he travelled on with calloused hands
and lost his way in deserted lands
a man is foolish, but still a man
and so he walked, amid the sand
in search of what his greed desired
he marched straight into flaming fire
as time would pass, the madness rose
in hearts of men, a darkness grows
his darkness was where he saw light
in dirt he saw gold, shimmering bright
he wondered where his fate had led
and in despair, to himself said:
'I am a fool, a parasite
and in disgust I ought to die'
and so he fell down on his knees
a man is blind of what he sees
it was his final, dying fall
a lustful hunger that eats us all