A stash of vain...

It gave me a silver puff,
Those beautiful grey notes,
It was my permitted lust,
It allowed me to gloat...

Soulless paper,
Sweet indulgence,
Left me so pampered,
Allowed me vengeance...

Wore her black cloak,
Built an empire,
As the empire was built the foundation broke,
Set love on fire...

Today shall be my night as always,
Tomorrow shall be my augury,
An augury of foreseeable days,
Oh my oracle, tell me one thing that is consistent is sweet money!

I want to be caressed with fancy paper notes,
I want that scent on my mind,
For those notes can compensate my soul,
I can fill my conscience with lies...

Money, my heart!
Money, my soul!
Money, oh so deserted in the dark

Money was what my sins stole...