Ingreed

Decisions to be made, foundations to be laid
Depending on wages, money we've made
Accumulated through time, the currency of wealth
Only the poor have the defense of stealth

Taken down to the galley, where they give life or death
Only carrying your soul as defense
Considering if drowning would be best
Forever lost rippling through time

Trapped inside, not permitted to discover
Those secrets of the earth which are owned by mankind
In the possession of men which are unkind

Quickest gain being the destroyer of longevity
Lost from our tribe, hard to find clarity
Hidden behind the guise of charity
Greed festering restlessly
Soon to consume the masses
Amending another page in history