Money Game, Pt. 2 Ren

[Verse 1]
Strange times we're living in; panic and hysteria
Poor man, learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show, America
Britain split through fickle shit, a government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit in parliament, not adequate (Come on)
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh, what a shame it would be, I would die"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire
Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant
Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme to analyze the brain
While my finger's on the trigger of a money game

[Chorus]
Oh rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game
This old–