We speak to the rich, we speak at the poor
But while we are speaking more hit the floor.
Is life not so sacred to be shared with all,
Or is life to be commanded, to conquer new walls?
Your luxury spoils you, is money such splendor
While the weak get weaker, you curse at your blender.

When your world falls, if buries you whole
Bewitched and forgotten, have you lost your soul?
The weak will revolt and pluck out your eyes
So remember your calling beneath the skies

When the sun fades away and the rains move in
When you scurry and scuffle to repent your sin.
Rememver your choice when decisions were made
To fight for a cause, or relax in the shade.
Will you fight to the death, or be handed your *****?