MPCR (My Pain Created Riches)

They all laugh and carry on,
while their flesh falls from the bone.
They all nod and smile,
and their corpses fall in one big pile.
Some can come and go,
some are bound by greed,
and others by pain.
No one helps them, no one cares.
As long as the light are whirring,
and the bells are ringing.
This place will always be.
Torment to my soul.