the fire slowly burn

Money talk

So it seems

In power dominance

Money knock

Buying allegiance

The selling of souls

The temporary haven

But the fire slowly burn

In time the heat

Turning up the temperature

It will become unbearable

By then it is the lost souls

The political party members

They better wake up soon

The implosion may arrive

Then they will cry

By then what's the use?

They sold their souls for money

Thinking it will help

In the end they sit and tears flow