Human avarice

This's my point of view
I don't mind if they'll accept it
Coz they never show us the way
In which angels sing
But teaching that gold
opens the doors of glory

Fantasize a kind of life
In which they can cover their lies
Looking like sinless victims
But in fact they are the judges.

I know my words don't words changing anything
My peculiar world to them is a joke
And I'm a moonstruck in their point of view

Let me walk alone in my thorns way
Carring my cross under the magisterial sun of
HUMAN AVARICE