The Haunted

It's a waste of kindness and hard-earned cash
A trap for those in possession of doubt – lacking choices
Through all these misgivings an arrogant smile
You're the perfect victim
Forgive my lack of empathy,
Oh, I just love watching you bleed
The things you do for gold and green
You're so amusing
I saw what you did, and how much it hurt you
Some things never heal
They'll approve for as long as you fall
on spit-covered concrete
and gold plate stars
The greed is appaling
Your soul is a ghost
Now your flesh is for sale
Forgive my lack of empathy,
Oh, I just love watching you bleed
The things you do for gold and green