Branded a traitor
My covers never blown
My swiss accounts are building
From the secrets I have shown
I have one lust for living
It thrives upon my green
It can't be called blood money
For money doesn't bleed

It's high treason

I care not for the outcome
I don't bother with the names
I'm satisfied to profit
For wealth is worth the shame

Everything has its price
And I've no need to hide
I've been plotting my schemes
From the inside.

It's high treason