Among you now what cry is this that rattles at your throat
The money you feel heir to will not long keep afloat
It's much too late for spirit or the insight one converts
The mold is growing over in the places you pervert
Decision has a vicious way of doubling as threat
When you hammer through the folks who's very faces you forget
You can call it occupation but you cannot call it care
All your blood is in your belly and your veins are filled with air
How ill thy world is ordered
Called the vision of contempt
How ill thy world is ordered
With thine gracious exempt
How ill thy world is ordered
As a staying child, unkempt
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
Rot among the children in the garden as they sing
The curtain falls on only those who live to pull the string
The head pounds like a room full of a hundred bands of brass
As you walk along the shoulders of a hungry huddled mass
Never has your heart burned true to form a sacred braid
For a true love has no value in the currency you've made
A heart unloved or loving makes the body marred and tense
A stone of plenty wherewithal and wild extravagance
How ill thy world is ordered
As the times of long before
How ill thy world is ordered
Spills a refuse and a gore
Ooh, how ill thy world is ordered
Empty notes upon the floor
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
Why the sudden grief now that you've reached the final act
Reinventing justice for to spare and to abstract
The truth about your history is not one you can deceive
And in this time of toil you'll be the only one to grieve
Now in all of your assets have you anything to give
Have you scrapped the golden sewage from the small cracks in the sieve
And when you hear the symphony of Gabriel's golden horn
No golden tear will honor you, for money never mourns
How ill thy world is ordered
Filthy wisdom of the crow
How ill thy world is ordered
Masked in vanity and woe
Ooh, how ill thy world is ordered
And perhaps you'll never know
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
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Among you now what cry is this that rattles at your throat
The money you feel heir to will not long keep afloat
It's much too late for spirit or the insight one converts
The mold is growing over in the places you pervert
Decision has a vicious way of doubling as threat
When you hammer through the folks who's very faces you forget
You can call it occupation but you cannot call it care
All your blood is in your belly and your veins are filled with air
How ill thy world is ordered
Called the vision of contempt
How ill thy world is ordered
With thine gracious exempt
How ill thy world is ordered
As a staying child, unkempt
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
Rot among the children in the garden as they sing
The curtain falls on only those who live to pull the string
The head pounds like a room full of a hundred bands of brass
As you walk along the shoulders of a hungry huddled mass
Never has your heart burned true to form a sacred braid
For a true love has no value in the currency you've made
A heart unloved or loving makes the body marred and tense
A stone of plenty wherewithal and wild extravagance
How ill thy world is ordered
As the times of long before
How ill thy world is ordered
Spills a refuse and a gore
Ooh, how ill thy world is ordered
Empty notes upon the floor
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
Why the sudden grief now that you've reached the final act
Reinventing justice for to spare and to abstract
The truth about your history is not one you can deceive
And in this time of toil you'll be the only one to grieve
Now in all of your assets have you anything to give
Have you scrapped the golden sewage from the small cracks in the sieve
And when you hear the symphony of Gabriel's golden horn
No golden tear will honor you, for money never mourns
How ill thy world is ordered
Filthy wisdom of the crow
How ill thy world is ordered
Masked in vanity and woe
Ooh, how ill thy world is ordered
And perhaps you'll never know
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
The money you feel heir to will not long keep afloat
It's much too late for spirit or the insight one converts
The mold is growing over in the places you pervert
Decision has a vicious way of doubling as threat
When you hammer through the folks who's very faces you forget
You can call it occupation but you cannot call it care
All your blood is in your belly and your veins are filled with air
How ill thy world is ordered
Called the vision of contempt
How ill thy world is ordered
With thine gracious exempt
How ill thy world is ordered
As a staying child, unkempt
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
Rot among the children in the garden as they sing
The curtain falls on only those who live to pull the string
The head pounds like a room full of a hundred bands of brass
As you walk along the shoulders of a hungry huddled mass
Never has your heart burned true to form a sacred braid
For a true love has no value in the currency you've made
A heart unloved or loving makes the body marred and tense
A stone of plenty wherewithal and wild extravagance
How ill thy world is ordered
As the times of long before
How ill thy world is ordered
Spills a refuse and a gore
Ooh, how ill thy world is ordered
Empty notes upon the floor
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
Why the sudden grief now that you've reached the final act
Reinventing justice for to spare and to abstract
The truth about your history is not one you can deceive
And in this time of toil you'll be the only one to grieve
Now in all of your assets have you anything to give
Have you scrapped the golden sewage from the small cracks in the sieve
And when you hear the symphony of Gabriel's golden horn
No golden tear will honor you, for money never mourns
How ill thy world is ordered
Filthy wisdom of the crow
How ill thy world is ordered
Masked in vanity and woe
Ooh, how ill thy world is ordered
And perhaps you'll never know
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
How ill thy world
How ill thy world
How ill thy world is ordered
Writer: Daniel Tavis Romano
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management