Out of the shadows
These ceilingless buildings house monks of finance
Everyone in this world is to be replaced
Out of the shadows
They sit calculate and pray
each level in the building a world
Hovering and moving around the floors
selling your soul was never so competitive
They can offer you a proxy
and many more gorgeous illusions
They'll come at the same price
Their cloaks are current currencies
Out of the shadows
Money generates from small margins getting fatter
Assets bought and sold it's a suave game
Shaped by dim perception by the moral façade
We can replace you with something a little better
society cries out for easy answers
cloaked wraiths come to their rescue
perfection for one life time is defective for eternity
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