02 Shall I bow down to a block of wood

Seems like that were all shopping around
Searching for what we can gain
From this consumer driven road rage world
Washed away by the currency flow
And spilt blood of a generation dead trying
Striving for personal gain

When was the day when we flew off the rails
And landed right upside down
Still pressing on in the race
Yet each one chasing his own god
As need became want
And life soon seemed so easy

To reach for the top and climb every peak
Standing on top of the world
Hold god in your hands
Now dependant on nothing
But the feet on which you stand
Invincible to the last

Yet the world below seems so solemn and pained
They lack the things you've gained
And they reach for more and more
Except for the few who defy your way
And cry that to lose is to gain
Something that lasts forever

And sometimes you feel it
In the cold dark of the night
That there is more you don't yet have
Something inside that you can't see
That the shops never seem to stock
To fill the hunger within

Cos even when you're broke
There still is some hope
Though the world seems blind to see
That while the poor man may sink
And the rich man may fly
It's warmer to freeze in the gutter

The nothing man wins the race in the end
When death tolls its bell
And your riches disperse
To the bloodthirsty blood of your blood
Will your god be there or will you stand alone
To what is it that you really bow?

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