The More Money They Get The Colder Their Hearts
The more money they get the colder their hearts
To love has become a phrase
Warmth doesn't exist
Instead of holding him tight they would rather watch him fall
But he knows and sometimes he weeps quietly his heart breaks and breaks
His fire seems to be extinct
That is how they want him to be (but what have you achieved)
One day he drove his car into the crash barrier and he had luck it was winter
And the cold didn't make him realise that his legs were severed
The snow absorbed his blood
The martyrdom has been accomplished...