So sick of this word where value's defined by the balance of your bank account Your purchasing power what you possess and what you can afford Is it all our reason to live our reason to be? The powers that be everything in which we believe Welcome to this goldrush of modern times A quest to money that they think in the end will make them feel so happy So sick of this world where existence doesn't make much sense Even with goodwill and strength And there's no choice but to be left ignored When you're not in the run for gain Is it all our reason to live our reason to be? The powers that be everything in which we believe Welcome to this goldrush of modern times A quest to money that they think in the end will make them feel so happy The system's changed and so have the principle and means But the scheme remains all the same Is it all our reason to live? Is it all our reason to be? The powers that be everything in which we believe Welcome to this goldrush of modern times A quest to money that they think in the end will make them feel so happy