Power X Gold

The day turns into a million cells, the night offers a tale to tell.

All have gathered with something to buy or sell

It’s everyday at the market place, we’re bought and sold, it’s our human race.

There’s nothing men won’t do for power and gold.

A starving artist sells his youth.

The vicar pawns his blinded truth

A courtesan will buy a soul with a smile.

It’s everyday at the market place, we’re bought and sold, it’s the human race.

Theres nothing we won’t do for power and gold