Midas

Do you really need more?

Do you really need your war?

When the world turns dry

And Mother Earth grows cold

Will you breathe your money

Or will you drink your gold?

And do you know what they feel?

So they're different, but their pain is real

They suffer

While we spread their bones

They cower

While we sit on thrones

So let it go

Don't need your gold

But Mother Earth

We need her

Do you really need more?

Do you know what you're wishing for?

When the world turns dry

And Mother Earth grows old

Will you breath your money

Or will you drink your gold

And do you know what they feel

We share the same sky and the same fears

When the world turns dark

And you walk alone

Will you still be smiling on your throne?

So let it go

Don't need your gold

But Mother Earth

We need her