The Greed Machine

A growing boy with a tortured soul, As he gets older the nights get cold, What made no sense as a child rings as truth as man, Human greed is responsible for suffering, Crack, heroine, ecstasy and alcohol has the people rolling in the gutter, Greed and the endless struggle for means has the people born to die. Barley living, from 2-10, a life of innocence,  Everything that comes after, all the suffering as the child grows, is the man's means to an end.  Welfare, dead end jobs, long days of labour as you grow sap the life from your soul,  watch your petals drop from the flower you were, stunting your growth and stealing your soul. Humanity withers under the glare of the corporate sun. Compassion for a fellow human being dies with the endless money dreams, addicted to your Benz, trips, fueling on artificial gasoline. A product of the machine,  a cycle of endless schemes to acquire monetary means,  chasing the cash and wealth,  never realizing you're chasing the wrong green. And as the man's life wraps to a close, the final days tick away, he stares at his life having never truly lived it.  His tortured soul belongs to the boy born in the gutter, the same child he was when he was two years old, a life spent getting green that he never stopped to appreciate life and he never had a chance as his future was cursed  from birth, the product of the corporate machine, the slavery of the 21st century, where death comes swiftly to those with no means to alter their history, and remove the clouds of mystery from their future, as the human greed turns the world around.