money - Flor

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