Money, money, money is the cry of the city
Shallow souls lost in a sea anonymity
Insecurity transcending their actions
A hidden lust for everyday distractions

Power, power, power is the selfish plea
A naive notion that they are free
On the surface I do want this
A life of intoxicating bliss

Control, control, control is the world's decree
Weakness? That would be an atrocity
But no, something is wildly amiss
There has to be more to life than this