World's On Fire

I want so much to be successful

I want so much to be secure

I want so badly to be happy

I want so badly to be pure

So I use you or I leave you

Cause you're the means and I'm the end

And so I call the poor the blessed

But I call the rich my friends

Woe to we who build our nests on high
And fill our treasure chests with someone else's gold
Woe to we who pass the injured by
Me and my brothers and my neighbors
Watch from the living room as the world's on fire