Money

Flor

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No words to say
All have escaped
Hard as it is
To stare in the face of hate crimes
Death has a stain you can't hide

We're sorting through the shreds
Piecing what's left of it
Money in hands and no consequences
Even in innocence
Not safe from the threat of it
Money enhances no common senses

Don't let it drag
Don't let it sink
All that they want
Pushed to the brink
It's our lives
All that they throw in fire

We're sorting through the shreds
Piecing what's left of it
Money in hands and no consequences
Even in innocence
Not safe from the threat of it
Money enhances no common senses

We're sorting through the shreds
Piecing what's left of it
Money in hands and no consequences
Even in innocence
Not safe from the threat of it
Money enhances no common senses