I feel a cold wind that tells Of a storm front drawing near
It speaks of greed and of hunger Tells of the anger and hate
Who said good luck will be with those who dare
To follow their heart, and not follow their fear And if the good all die young Then who are all those still here
You just see what you don't have And of that you still have a lot
Not only when the going gets rough
But even if I try my hardest And I'd like to hear your answer
Your heart remains unused
How much is it to buy your loyalty I'll do so, if I can afford
How much do you charge to show remorse To throw your indifference overboard
Think just a little while about What you will leave behind
Just once be good for something Good for yourself at least
I feel a cold wind that tells Of a storm front drawing near
It speaks of greed and of hunger Tells of the anger and hate
Who said good luck will be with those who dare
To follow their heart not their fear And if it's hope that dies last Why do all us hopeless still live
Rooted deeply in our genes
Then this would be my prayer:
And take this Flesh back home