Devils Race(Explicit) - Shredhead

The cost of life is not just air nor is it flesh or blood
And happiness is measured by a standard no one found
Getting fat and rich they sit with crowns of jewels and gold
While others eat mouthfuls of s**t to carry out their word
Blame the faults of man
He who created this game
Of money power and pain
Money is the word
Success is measured by living when you're old
Sell your youth away for gold
Push and shove to lead the path of moneys' greed and pain
Loose your name inside this game of never ending gain
Kill and steal what you can carry then hire some assistance
Let them steal for you
You pay them
Expansion of existence
Blame the faults of man
He who created this game
Of money power and pain
Money is the word
You can control the world
From behind the scenes the poor will pay your price
Pay the price that's taken you pulled your soul and life
Your heart and mind are broken
You sold the parts for
Power with no meaning
You have no point of being
Time to blame the others they're partners in your
Crimes
Your lies
Blame the faults of man
He who created this game
Of money power and pain
The shame
No one to blame
You've lost everything in this devil's race