The more we see,
The less we feel,
The more we drown in disbelief.

The better life is,
The worse we live,
More often we stand on our knees.

The more we make,
The more we break,
We've made so many cruel mistakes.

We are just debtors to ourselves,
We know how money smells.

The more we learn,
The less we earn,
The faster we lose our homes. 

The more the pain is,
The less we miss,
We all assume that sin is bliss.

The more we bleed,
The less we need,
The less we suffer from our greed.

We drift like leaves in a waterfall,
We know the bitter price of gold.