Devils Race - Shredhead

The cost of life is not just air nor is it flesh or blood

And happiness is measured by a standard no one found

Getting fat and rich they sit with crowns of jewels and gold

While others eat mouthfuls of shit to carry out their word

Blame the faults of man

He who created this game

Of money power and pain

Money is the word.

Success is measured by living when you’re old

Sell your youth away for gold

Push and shove to lead the path of moneys' greed and pain

Loose your name inside this game of never ending gain

Kill and steal what you can carry then hire some assistance

Let them steal for you.

You pay them.

Expansion of existence

Blame the faults of man

He who created this game

Of money power and pain

Money is the word.

You can control the world

From behind the scenes the poor will pay your price

Pay the price that’s taken, you pulled your soul and life

Your heart and mind are broken.

You sold the parts for

Power with no meaning.

You have no point of being

Time to blame the others, they’re partners in your

Blame the faults of man

He who created this game

Of money power and pain

The shame.

No one to blame

You’ve lost everything in this devil’s race