RUGS!

walking in the river of life
devil chase me with a knife
power and money he offerred me
i take a step away and turn to thee.

i see the rugs almost drown
in fame and wealth that they own
devil's laughing while standing
behind this rugs that's almost drowning.

one throw bomb to another
so bomb he throws back with anger
why don't you just share the corn?
that way you help cut devil's horn.

so come the thunder and the rain
volume of water runs from mountain
wealth and power has taken away
the ambitious rugs was left empty.

the sun comes in and give light
rugs tried to hide with all their might
trembling with fear for its near
unready they are to wipe the tower.