Building castles by the sea.

Gone are the days when animals ruled the land by brute force.

Greed pulls the strings, is it only me?

or can you see the patter here?

Innocence never get to the front page,

gloom and decay takes all the space there is.

For many, the only way to feel up is by bringing you down.

Peace could sell, but who is interested in buying?

They earn more with powder and lead than with bread and milk.

If you can't see it, just look around,

open your eyes, it's there for all to see.

It all seems twisted and wicked,

just like there's no hope.

Do we have the time to wait for the tide

to wash them all away like flimsy castles in the sand?

Let me give you a piece of advice,

put every in dollars and cents.

You'll see how it makes perfect sense.