The orphans of wealth
Their parental figures they betray
Their own progress they delay
Their souls whither and decay
While they anxiously pray
For black gold to save the day
The orphans of wealth
Standing on the outside looking in
Wandering from where to begin
Still searching for a place to fit in
Their minds poisoned by religion
Their bodies housing counterfeited souls
Their paths nowhere destiny's door
The orphans of wealth
To and fro they roam
Like vagabonds without a home
Ever restless like a heartbeat
Aplenty they have in possession
Yet poverty is their obsession
The orphans of wealth
Estranged from their land of birth
See them sweat for a stranger's greed
See them slave just to feed
See them act like souls in need
What a pitiful sight to behold in deed
The orphans of wealth
Blessed with everything
Yet pretend to have nothing
Still begging others for something
God couldn't bring them salvation
Gold couldn't bring them satisfaction
So now they wait for black gold to save the day
