How do you feel
When your greed grows so much that you never have to steal
do you feel great with your riches so vast and plenty
or do you feel regret living in your golden castle so sad and empty
In a moment of bliss, you made a wish on a shooting star
King Midas your touch and the kiss of death are on par
Greed, Jealousy, and Lust were the reason that your soul was sold
How do you feel when everything you touch turns to gold
The heart of man is weak
but the heart of Midas is worth much more than we speak
When all that you have has withered and turned old
Would you still care when your heart's turned to gold?
Now tell me brethren how do speak to a man who never dies what he's told
How can you reason with a man who turns everything he touches to gold