Greed Hits Home

Anguish from inside
Material possessive thought control
Believing media commercial blindfold 
I feel as though I need what I am told

Scolding breath of poverty 
Not poor at all, reality middle-class
Have more than enough, never enough
Still desire, costly wants motivate

The speaker has sung the praise of the dollar
Bowing stillness glance at fortune wishing
Restless to fulfill the fulfilling cart of me
Can't explain the middle ground tearing between extremes

Slightly walking down the empty halls of mind
I see bright lights, only artificial
Polished to the raw, simply just a shell
Consuming to fill my empty head