Everything I want isn't everything I need,
but all my thoughts lately have been nothing but feed.
It is poison to the soul.
It keeps me poor,
it takes its toll.
Oh, gods when will I be freed,
from the grip of this unholy greed.
It whispers in my ear,
sweet words I've grown to fear.
More! it screams,
more!
Deafened, I curl up on the floor.
It takes everything I have to keep it in recession.
In my struggle avarice turns to depression.
It strangles my words and traps me prone.
So desperate for air,
sinking alone.
Drowning in this evil font,
I reach for greed.
To take everything I want,
but nothing I need.