A lie to say, “O my mine gave a diamond as big as a fist.” But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed. A lie to say, “O my garden is growing taller by the day.” He only eats the best and tosses the rest away. Never will he be believe that his greed is a blinding ray. No devil or redeemer can cheat him. he’ll take his gold to where he’s lying cold. Six deep in the grave.
Something is out of reach
something he wanted
something is out of reach
he’s being taunted
something is out of reach
that he can’ beg or steal nor can he buy
his oldest pain
and fear in life
there’ll not be time
his oldest pain
and fear in life
there’ll not be time
A lie to say “O my forest has trees that block the sun and when I cut them down I don’t answer to anyone.” No, no, never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray no devil or redeemer can cheat him. He’ll take his gold where he’s lying cold.