makes my heart ache, lie ontop of lie, super wealthy eejits makin us run round the hampster wheel, turning, turning, truth forsaken, for the mighty greenback is our prize and destitution our trophy, listen to the lies but do not forsake the seed of truth, for he gave us every herb so we may be consumed by the mother, live as she lives , heal as she heals , for it is better to be consumed by the gifts of the eternal than to eat at the table of doubt and profit