Fear, Fire and All the Money in the World

Fear is the fuel Fire is the product And all the money in the world is the motivator The foreseen figure of interest How do we clean this programme And rid this process of all its slander Intricacy and corruption? Easy. We swap out fire, who is an unjust killer Hidden under the cape of fear and a promise of warmth For water, the mother, the nurturer A natural force which not only leads, but also allows and feeds Therein we may dismantle fire Fear though - is quite a different beast It may motivate us, yet it must never hold A commanding hand over what our choice will be We know from history that we must not choose Based on fear For choices made based on fear End in flames - and the cycle repeats itself We operate in a way that concludes chaos and carnage If we operate under fear We have to find the switch Deep within us, and unplug this son of a bitch And all the money in the world What a funny array of words, isn't it As if we didn't need to open our eyes and see For ourselves, that no such thing exists And if we build ourselves around it We will never feel full and fine We all live with a potential, immense and immeasurable That it's easy to slip into the comfort of the told But this isn't the way Fear, fire and all the money in the world isn't the way Water, will and that which we build That is where it lies, resting, waiting for every one of us