Root of Evil
How much is that dollar worth in death?
Materialistic love is becoming a growing epidemic
Was it worth the promises you never kept?
Boasting at the popular tables in life
To insufficient ears as to ease your insecurities
But they are not impressed by all your dollar signs
You surround your world with objects instead of love
A pompous heart resembles your addictive need
That enough, will never be enough
In a golden casket your soul waves good-bye
Stands but only a few friends at your grave
Because you allowed money to ruin your life.
Copyright (C) Angel Campbell