Silently vanishing, then reappearing,
Slipping away for a while,
Start dematerialising before your eyes,
Always a step from our grasp.
At the turn of the century lived Mr. Houdini,
Shrouded in a mystery, he fooled all humanity,
Why is it a mystery?
The very thing that, seems to me, explains itself so easily - the love of wealth brings misery.
Things we acquire means fuel for the fire,
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn,
Things we acquire means fuel for the fire,
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn.
Chinese water torture cell and metamorphosis,
Jail escapes, buried alive, walking through a solid wall,
Suicide among the rich defies the laws of reason, which tells us those who have it all must often answer to death's call.
Things we acquire means fuel for the fire,
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn,
"Dollars for happiness," that's what the world tells us,
"Pour all your self in the pursuit of wealth,"
Things we acquire means fuel for the fire,
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn,
"Dollars for happiness," that's what the world tells us,
"Pour all your self in the pursuit of wealth."
[There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion,
Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.]
Ever since I was a boy, I have always kept your laws,
Now I want to follow you, join you in your noble cause,
Jesus turned to him and said, "Sell all you have, give to the poor,"
The rich, young ruler hung his head, not to follow; walked instead.
Things we acquire means fuel for the fire,
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn,
"Dollars for happiness," that's what the world tells us,
"Pour all your self in the pursuit of wealth,"
Things we acquire means fuel for the fire,
The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn,
"Dollars for happiness," that's what the world tells us,
"Pour all your self in the pursuit of wealth."
