Symphony Of Greed

Tuning out and calming down
All the voices you're around are losing ground 

March of many thousand feet
A symphony of greed

Slowing down the steady beat
Stepping out of the blazing heat and ancient grief 

March of many thousand feet
A symphony of greed that you must leave

All the pain you see
All the gain you need
Cacophony
They cease to be
What you're left to see
What remains to be
Your soul is pure and free

Only traces left behind
Even time cannot bind, unsettle the mind

No more marching to the beat
The melody is sweet
Leave the symphony of greed

All the pain you see
All the gain you need
Cacophony
They cease to be
What you're left to see
What remains to be
Your soul is pure and free 

Tuning out and calming down
All those voices are losing ground
They are losing ground.

You keep on wasting your time
Why keep on wasting?
And while you are guided by fear
You're losing your mind