The money tree
The dark of the mind
It eats into your soul
You cry when you lose
You never want to let go
It is so easy for you
It isn't your money
You can spend like no tomorrow
The money tree
The leaves withered and dance on the ground
The brown and yellow gold plated ones grasping for life
For evil draws the bad in the mind
The money tree
You hungry for it
You thirst for its aroma
You lust for the power it holds
The money tree
It sucks you dry
You never stand a chance
You will only cry
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