Mountains crumble to the ground Buildings, houses, all burn down Nothing left but dust A silent cry on through the night Faceless shadows, fallen angels, fly high Money makes the world go around It takes you higher until you drown Kingdoms built on dirt Devastation, desolation Madness rules, pay your dues, you scapegoat Struggling to where honesty lacks There's too much dirt in the facts They're rolling the dice They're cutting their share You know they just don't care I've made up my mind, ain't taking no more Stop the game because we know the score Little puppets, little toys He who builds, he who destroys Marathon of pain Deep inside the truth they hide Point of entry, where good and bad collide