Greed Killing

The wrong time, the wrong place Our smiling face of distrust Buried, the sand deep in all our hands Prepared ourselves for the fall The greed killing! Instinct to mistrust Instinct - the lust Their butchery of feelings Geared for the greed killing The greed killing! Not now, then when? The lust denies the need Existence is the steady flow, The moulded image grows No care, no faith in what you are The pressure builds right from the start Could it be just sour grapes? Or have we failed to fit their shape? It's always give, and never take How much more can we give? How much more can we take?