Back door wild
Money and power descend
Into territorities of blurry lines
You hear the whispers
They come to tell
About the sins of the minds
There is no boundary
Money and power descend
It captures the hungry souls
It's the weaknes
Of beauty and needs
Power and greed
You can't get it all
You can't get the satisfaction
Yet you will carry on
Back door wild
The sand clock the fast lanes
The whispers the forbidden game
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