From sands of famine

To concrete paradise

We all burn

Under the same sun

Together we breathe

In the toxicity

Yet still we're killing

For land to die in

Our insatiable

Hunger for more

Leaves the ones in need

Withered down to bones

A storm from the west

Swept up by the winds

And set in its wake

The new world

The weight of your pocket

Has no value to soul

There’s broken foundations

In a house made of gold

Bridge the gap

Across this divide

Dancing in black rain

It permeates

The walls of this home

Are crumbling down

Collapse

Until all is dust

The weight of your pocket

Has no value to soul

There's broken foundations

In a house made of gold

Bridge the gap

Across this divide

The walls of this home

Are crumbling down

Collapse

Until all is dust

The weight of your pocket

Has no value to soul

There's broken foundations

In a house made of gold

Bridge the gap

Across this divide