What would you do for Money?

The one thing that makes me hate them all,
that for a minute or two lets my friendships fall,
is a simple conversation about an everyday object,
taking away value and all feelings of respect.

Everything I saw in them slowly goes away
as I hear their words turning my heart into gray.
All the things they'd do for it make me sick.
I try to forget but the memories all stick.

Some would kill, and some would rape.
These images I can't seem to escape.
Some would humiliate or simply cheat.
Some would run naked in the street.

All the things they say they would do
make me forget of who I once knew.
They tear the images from my heart
and set their newly seen faces apart.

This thing that makes them greed machines
redefines what true greed really means.
All these friends I hate for the time being
open my eyes and reveal what I'm seeing.