We all do our best to get something,
Called money
To survive in this cruel place,
Called world

We have been controlled by those thing,
Compete to be its slave
And too busy to even realize,
That no number will fill the satisfaction in our heart

We were born with nothing
Just breath of life
Yet we live with greed as we grow up
That greed eternally craving for more and more

Not realizing that,
Our heart won’t pumping someday
Our breath will just stop
Our blood won’t flow anymore

Little do you know
That day could come
Anytime they want
So why still disquieted about those inhuman greed?