Root Of All Evil

From the Heavens I can see
The world hardly moving, what
Could make it turn? Maybe
Life itself, or could it be
Love? or God with a gentle
Shove
I fear what i know not what
I wonder. All the weight of
The world on my back finally
Kills me. But i know that it
Won't ever take me
So take your money right
Back to the hell it came
Don't wait and don't worry I
Won't be standing in your
Way. So to hell with your
Money before you suffer the
Same fate
From the heavens it would
Seem the world hasn't got a
Care. Perfect from afar
Though it's shape may be it's
Visitors are flawed. They
Take and still want more